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Hello Moddy :) I sincerely admire your creativity, your writing style and your English! It’s awesome! Just love most of your works! I have a question regarding #reachingthesun – at the beginning of the story was mentioned Obi-Wan having visions, is it something ominous or dangerous? How is the relationship with Qui-gon going? And if Anakin has dreams of his mother does Qui-gon let him act on it or does Anakin go to Obi-Wan for advice?

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Before
he could even ring the bell, a shout caught his attention.

“The
door is open, just come in!”

Staring
at the door, Anakin blinked, hesitating before palming the reader and
indeed the door slid open, his lips twitching into a small smile as
the first thing he saw was Obi-Wan in a pink and black spotted
headscarf on and a clearly worn in and
sheer beige tunic,
his rust
red
leggings pulled up to his knees leaving his bare calves and feet on
display as
he mopped the floor with a nice black and red colored mop handle and the
bottom made up of a piece of green and white tinged cloth Anakin
would assume was removable.

‘Huh,
his toenails are purple… and glittery.’ Anakin noted absently as
he stepped in and removed his boots, taking notice of how efficantly Obi-Wan was mopping
the floor. “Is this a bad time to visit?” He questioned quietly,
inwardly
taking note of how easily the stains on the others tunic was apparent
and being quietly grateful for Qui-Gon agreeing to let him have black
for his outfit considering how much Anakin worked with engine and
droid oils and grease.

“No,
no. Well as long as you don’t walk through the wet spots but I can
wait until you sit down on the couch.” Obi-Wan smirked in amusement
at him, pausing mid stroke to lean on the
handle, waiting until Anakin was indeed sitting on the black leather
couch with his feet pulled up under him, the padawan glancing about
curiously.

Obi-Wan
had a rather sophisticated design for his quarters clearly.

The
black leather couch with two matching recliners, glass caff table
with a few magazines on it and a cup of half drunk tea, shelves with
little cheap but clearly loved knickknacks, bookshelves with actual
paper books from what Anakin could see, holonovels on another and
then came the influences of a young padawan in a few things here and
there.

There
were also a few paintings.

“Gifts,”
Obi-Wan chuckled out as he spotted Anakin gazing at a particular
painting of a water world from the sight of it. “My friend, Bant,
she gave me that after she visited her home world. Though I don’t think
you came here look at my taste of interior decorations or just for
pleasantries,” Obi-Wan swished around the black recliner before
freezing and turning to Anakin again before the blond could open his
mouth. “Force where are my manners, do you want something to drink?
I’m being a terrible host.” He winced.

Shaking
his head quickly, smiling to assuage the guilt clearly displayed on
Obi-Wan’s face, Anakin couldn’t help but be amused by his lineage
brother. “No, I didn’t come here for tea, I wanted to speak with
you. You’re right about that.” Anakin worried his bottom lip.

Now
that he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s couch…

Now
he was uncertain, he shouldn’t be here, he should be speaking to
his master even though the man would make the same answer as the last
few times he had gone to Qui-Gon.

Honestly
he didn’t even know that Anakin was here! Master Ruta had dismissed
him when he had showed her clear understanding of the source material
and he had just taken the shot, knowing that Ahsoka would be at her
own lessons and Obi-Wan would potentially be alone which would give
Anakin a chance for a private conversa-

“You
had a vision, didn’t you.” Came Obi-Wan’s calm, certain voice
that was in no way a question and Anakin looked up quickly.

Obi-Wan
had paused again, standing by the recliner still, watching Anakin
with a serene expression. He could do nothing but nod at that,
swallowing lightly and then relaxing when the knight just smiled
slightly at him.

Breathing
out, Anakin reminded himself that Obi-Wan had told him to come if he
wanted. That the other wasn’t about to scold him or brush him off.
“I… keep dreaming about my mother, she’s screaming in pain and
she’s somewhere dark…” He mumbled out, tugging lightly at the
hem of his dark tunic.

He
glanced up when he heard a considering hum. “Have you called your
mother?” Obi-Wan asked, cleaning around the recliner.

“I
don’t have a number to her, Watto sold her to someone else and
didn’t get a new number for her.” Anakin explained, swallowing
heavily. That had hurt so badly, Qui-Gon had managed to save up
credits to convert to peggat to free his mother but by the time they
had it, Shmi had been sold since Watto fell on bad times.

Hell,
they couldn’t even get in contact with Watto, his shop was gone and
no one knew where he was.

“I
see…” Obi-Wan paused, frowning a bit at the floor before looking
at Anakin. “…How worried about her are you? On a scale from one
to ten?” He asked softly in a coaxing tone.

“…Eight.”
Anakin confessed, gnawing on his bottom lip once more. It was a habit
of his when he was uncertain unfortunately and both his worry and him
confessing to the other was making him uncertain.

Obi-Wan
leaned on the handle again. “…I believe I have a few knight
friends who are going out to the rims, some of them owes me favors…
and I have some smuggler friends too… and maybe Dex.” Obi-Wan
frowned a bit, staring out into the air.

Teeth
letting go of his abused lip, Anakin blinked at the other Jedi. “Um,
what are yo-”

“Well,”
Obi-Wan chuckled, smiling at him. “If we are to find your mother to check on her, I
imagine we’re gonna have to pull in some resources.” He winked,
as if he hadn’t just thrown the biggest and best surprise in months
at Anakin.

Heart
in his throat, Anakin could only beam at Obi-Wan as the redhead
continued washing the floors, letting him work undisturbed for the
rest of his floor wash.

Hello Moddy :) I sincerely admire your creativity, your writing style and your English! It’s awesome! Just love most of your works! I have a question regarding #reachingthesun – at the beginning of the story was mentioned Obi-Wan having visions, is it something ominous or dangerous? How is the relationship with Qui-gon going? And if Anakin has dreams of his mother does Qui-gon let him act on it or does Anakin go to Obi-Wan for advice?

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Before
he could even ring the bell, a shout caught his attention.

“The
door is open, just come in!”

Staring
at the door, Anakin blinked, hesitating before palming the reader and
indeed the door slid open, his lips twitching into a small smile as
the first thing he saw was Obi-Wan in a pink and black spotted
headscarf on and a clearly worn in and
sheer beige tunic,
his rust
red
leggings pulled up to his knees leaving his bare calves and feet on
display as
he mopped the floor with a nice black and red colored mop handle and the
bottom made up of a piece of green and white tinged cloth Anakin
would assume was removable.

‘Huh,
his toenails are purple… and glittery.’ Anakin noted absently as
he stepped in and removed his boots, taking notice of how efficantly Obi-Wan was mopping
the floor. “Is this a bad time to visit?” He questioned quietly,
inwardly
taking note of how easily the stains on the others tunic was apparent
and being quietly grateful for Qui-Gon agreeing to let him have black
for his outfit considering how much Anakin worked with engine and
droid oils and grease.

“No,
no. Well as long as you don’t walk through the wet spots but I can
wait until you sit down on the couch.” Obi-Wan smirked in amusement
at him, pausing mid stroke to lean on the
handle, waiting until Anakin was indeed sitting on the black leather
couch with his feet pulled up under him, the padawan glancing about
curiously.

Obi-Wan
had a rather sophisticated design for his quarters clearly.

The
black leather couch with two matching recliners, glass caff table
with a few magazines on it and a cup of half drunk tea, shelves with
little cheap but clearly loved knickknacks, bookshelves with actual
paper books from what Anakin could see, holonovels on another and
then came the influences of a young padawan in a few things here and
there.

There
were also a few paintings.

“Gifts,”
Obi-Wan chuckled out as he spotted Anakin gazing at a particular
painting of a water world from the sight of it. “My friend, Bant,
she gave me that after she visited her home world. Though I don’t think
you came here look at my taste of interior decorations or just for
pleasantries,” Obi-Wan swished around the black recliner before
freezing and turning to Anakin again before the blond could open his
mouth. “Force where are my manners, do you want something to drink?
I’m being a terrible host.” He winced.

Shaking
his head quickly, smiling to assuage the guilt clearly displayed on
Obi-Wan’s face, Anakin couldn’t help but be amused by his lineage
brother. “No, I didn’t come here for tea, I wanted to speak with
you. You’re right about that.” Anakin worried his bottom lip.

Now
that he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s couch…

Now
he was uncertain, he shouldn’t be here, he should be speaking to
his master even though the man would make the same answer as the last
few times he had gone to Qui-Gon.

Honestly
he didn’t even know that Anakin was here! Master Ruta had dismissed
him when he had showed her clear understanding of the source material
and he had just taken the shot, knowing that Ahsoka would be at her
own lessons and Obi-Wan would potentially be alone which would give
Anakin a chance for a private conversa-

“You
had a vision, didn’t you.” Came Obi-Wan’s calm, certain voice
that was in no way a question and Anakin looked up quickly.

Obi-Wan
had paused again, standing by the recliner still, watching Anakin
with a serene expression. He could do nothing but nod at that,
swallowing lightly and then relaxing when the knight just smiled
slightly at him.

Breathing
out, Anakin reminded himself that Obi-Wan had told him to come if he
wanted. That the other wasn’t about to scold him or brush him off.
“I… keep dreaming about my mother, she’s screaming in pain and
she’s somewhere dark…” He mumbled out, tugging lightly at the
hem of his dark tunic.

He
glanced up when he heard a considering hum. “Have you called your
mother?” Obi-Wan asked, cleaning around the recliner.

“I
don’t have a number to her, Watto sold her to someone else and
didn’t get a new number for her.” Anakin explained, swallowing
heavily. That had hurt so badly, Qui-Gon had managed to save up
credits to convert to peggat to free his mother but by the time they
had it, Shmi had been sold since Watto fell on bad times.

Hell,
they couldn’t even get in contact with Watto, his shop was gone and
no one knew where he was.

“I
see…” Obi-Wan paused, frowning a bit at the floor before looking
at Anakin. “…How worried about her are you? On a scale from one
to ten?” He asked softly in a coaxing tone.

“…Eight.”
Anakin confessed, gnawing on his bottom lip once more. It was a habit
of his when he was uncertain unfortunately and both his worry and him
confessing to the other was making him uncertain.

Obi-Wan
leaned on the handle again. “…I believe I have a few knight
friends who are going out to the rims, some of them owes me favors…
and I have some smuggler friends too… and maybe Dex.” Obi-Wan
frowned a bit, staring out into the air.

Teeth
letting go of his abused lip, Anakin blinked at the other Jedi. “Um,
what are yo-”

“Well,”
Obi-Wan chuckled, smiling at him. “If we are to find your mother to check on her, I
imagine we’re gonna have to pull in some resources.” He winked,
as if he hadn’t just thrown the biggest and best surprise in months
at Anakin.

Heart
in his throat, Anakin could only beam at Obi-Wan as the redhead
continued washing the floors, letting him work undisturbed for the
rest of his floor wash.

So hey, Break a barrier, is ObiWan going to accept being spoiled? He can be kind of picky and standoffish. Or is the way his alphas are going to spoil him going to make up for it?

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When
his mates said they were going to spoil him, they meant
it.

The
thing was… Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to be upset about it,
not really because they were doing it in thoughtful ways, ways that
made Obi-Wan happy. Getting him tea samples of good
tea, sending him fancy snacks, getting him a pair of very good
leather boots that were water resistant with a small heel that
was hollow to where Anakin put a small multitool in one for emergency
and Padme put a small folded viroblade with a lockpick in the other,
taking him out to nice restaurants with
delicious dishes he wanted to try
or on wonderful activities like Padme brought Obi-Wan to the mon
calamari ballet or
Anakin dragged him to a museum, one on ancient weapons of course but
still, a museum that they both could enjoy.

Obi-Wan
in return had dragged the two on a date to the lower slums much to
both his mates surprise though Anakin had been delighted
when he saw why.

Podracing.

Obi-Wan
had brought them to a podracing ring.

He’d
smiled sheepishly at them and shrugged, admitting that since there
was no betting, the authority was turning a blind eye on the ring as
long as no credits were exchanged and it was all done in good and
‘clean’ fun and Obi-Wan had thought that it would interest his
mates to see.

Intrigued
to see the difference between Coruscant and Tatooine on podracing,
Padme had plopped herself into Obi-Wan’s lap instead
of her seat in
the tribune and cuddled in while watching while Anakin leaned out
over the railing to get as good a look as possible at start up and
then on the big viewscreen that followed the racers when they were
out in the track of the race, childish excitement open on his face
with big blue eyes.

It
was fun.

It
was bonding, especially when they dragged him off to the Senator
apartments and cuddled Obi-Wan up in their big bed, letting him put
his scent in the rooms to make it their
room.

Which
was what Obi-Wan proceeded to do, his instincts wanting to make sure
that everyone knew these alphas were spoken for, were his, that an
omega had claim on them and there was no way this omega was letting
them go without a fight.

Flushing
when he caught his own thoughts while rubbing his cheek and gland on
one of Padme’s fancy, shiny scarves that she wore in her beautiful
outfits, Obi-Wan paused and blinked down at it before shrugging.

His
thoughts weren’t wrong
after all, they were his mates and he needed them just like they
needed him.

Muscled
arms wrapped around his waist and Obi-Wan blinked, shifting enough to
up look at Anakin, the man smiling down at him while nuzzling gently
at him. “Ready for bed? I got some stuff you can borrow until we
fill up a closet here for you. Padme’s going to clear out the space
in the walk-in closet tomorrow so you can get stuff in there.” He
noted softly.

Turning
in the others grasp, Obi-Wan smiled as he took in the worn in t-shirt
the other was wearing with a speeder on and boxers. “I’d like
some sleeping clothes yes. I’d rather not sleep in my tunic.” He
chuckled quietly while laying the scarf on the couch where he had
found it, letting Anakin guide him towards the fresher to get ready.

Nodding,
Anakin lingered in his space, hand resting on Obi-Wan’s hip. “Padme
has to go to the Rotunda tomorrow and we should head to the temple I
guess, we can sort through what can come over here and Padme gave me
some credits to buy nesting blankets and pillows for you to the
apartment and not just your quarters.” He beamed happily.

Letting
out an embarrassed but grateful nod, Obi-Wan nodded, flushing happily
when Anakin pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips before he went
to the bedroom to find sleeping clothes.

That
they hadn’t gone ahead and just picked up blankets and pillows for
him was something Obi-Wan appreciated, being able to pick his own
nesting material.

Quietly
Obi-Wan undid his belt and sash, smiling slightly at himself in the
mirror as he took in the impressive bathroom,
taking in the soft shades of blue and white with decorations of
hunting tusk cats and shaak’s as their prey.

He
put his outer tunic aside before pausing, his fingers hesitating on
the hem of his inner tunic before shaking his head firmly.

He
wasn’t about to become shy, Anakin had bloody well seen him new
thousands of times since he became Obi-Wan’s padawan and Padme had
helped take care of him during the withdrawal and had seen her fair
share of things.

And
they were mates!

And
yet it was different somehow and he flushed when Anakin returned,
standing there shirtless as the alpha crossed the floor with a soft
white t-shirt, obviously well worn and comfortable as Obi-Wan quickly
pulled it on, glancing up to find Anakin smiling soppily at him.
“W-What?” Obi-Wan blinked.

Huffing
a bit, Anakin leaned in and stroked Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face.
“Oh you’re just… cute. You’re being shy, it’s endearing
Obi-Wan… I didn’t think you had the ability to be shy around me
anymore,” He smiled happily before pecking him on the nose and
straightening again. “But it is kind of different now huh.”
Anakin noted, frowning a bit.

Snorting,
rubbing the back of what he knew must be his pink neck, Obi-Wan
smiled at the other. “It is but,” He hesitated and then shrugged.
“I like it. I like you. I’ve always liked you Anakin, I just
thought you weren’t mine.” Obi-Wan admitted quietly and then
grunted when he was wrapped up in a tight up, crushed against
Anakin’s chest.

Wavering,
caught between his desire to want comfort and his urge to hide his
uncertainty, Obi-Wan settled his head against the others collarbone,
closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. “…But you are mine,
you’re both mine.”
He noted quietly, surprised by the overwhelmingly possessive note to
his voice.

Anakin
just nuzzled him, purring quietly, an alphas soothing purr. “We’re
yours. We’ve always been yours,” He swore before lifting his head
and turning a bit. “Right Padme?”

Surprised,
Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his toes to peek over the blonds
shoulder, flushing darkly when he saw Padme standing there in a
beautiful seafoam green nightie that beautifully showed off her
curves and exposed her milky thighs.

She
looked hungry as she smiled at them, her eyes darkening ever so
slightly as she smelled of want. “Yes, we’re yours Obi-Wan.”
Padme promised in a quiet tone that seemed to promise the galaxy.

Force,
Obi-Wan couldn’t wait for his heat even as his ears burned and he
hid his face in Anakin’s chest.

So hey, Break a barrier, is ObiWan going to accept being spoiled? He can be kind of picky and standoffish. Or is the way his alphas are going to spoil him going to make up for it?

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When
his mates said they were going to spoil him, they meant
it.

The
thing was… Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to be upset about it,
not really because they were doing it in thoughtful ways, ways that
made Obi-Wan happy. Getting him tea samples of good
tea, sending him fancy snacks, getting him a pair of very good
leather boots that were water resistant with a small heel that
was hollow to where Anakin put a small multitool in one for emergency
and Padme put a small folded viroblade with a lockpick in the other,
taking him out to nice restaurants with
delicious dishes he wanted to try
or on wonderful activities like Padme brought Obi-Wan to the mon
calamari ballet or
Anakin dragged him to a museum, one on ancient weapons of course but
still, a museum that they both could enjoy.

Obi-Wan
in return had dragged the two on a date to the lower slums much to
both his mates surprise though Anakin had been delighted
when he saw why.

Podracing.

Obi-Wan
had brought them to a podracing ring.

He’d
smiled sheepishly at them and shrugged, admitting that since there
was no betting, the authority was turning a blind eye on the ring as
long as no credits were exchanged and it was all done in good and
‘clean’ fun and Obi-Wan had thought that it would interest his
mates to see.

Intrigued
to see the difference between Coruscant and Tatooine on podracing,
Padme had plopped herself into Obi-Wan’s lap instead
of her seat in
the tribune and cuddled in while watching while Anakin leaned out
over the railing to get as good a look as possible at start up and
then on the big viewscreen that followed the racers when they were
out in the track of the race, childish excitement open on his face
with big blue eyes.

It
was fun.

It
was bonding, especially when they dragged him off to the Senator
apartments and cuddled Obi-Wan up in their big bed, letting him put
his scent in the rooms to make it their
room.

Which
was what Obi-Wan proceeded to do, his instincts wanting to make sure
that everyone knew these alphas were spoken for, were his, that an
omega had claim on them and there was no way this omega was letting
them go without a fight.

Flushing
when he caught his own thoughts while rubbing his cheek and gland on
one of Padme’s fancy, shiny scarves that she wore in her beautiful
outfits, Obi-Wan paused and blinked down at it before shrugging.

His
thoughts weren’t wrong
after all, they were his mates and he needed them just like they
needed him.

Muscled
arms wrapped around his waist and Obi-Wan blinked, shifting enough to
up look at Anakin, the man smiling down at him while nuzzling gently
at him. “Ready for bed? I got some stuff you can borrow until we
fill up a closet here for you. Padme’s going to clear out the space
in the walk-in closet tomorrow so you can get stuff in there.” He
noted softly.

Turning
in the others grasp, Obi-Wan smiled as he took in the worn in t-shirt
the other was wearing with a speeder on and boxers. “I’d like
some sleeping clothes yes. I’d rather not sleep in my tunic.” He
chuckled quietly while laying the scarf on the couch where he had
found it, letting Anakin guide him towards the fresher to get ready.

Nodding,
Anakin lingered in his space, hand resting on Obi-Wan’s hip. “Padme
has to go to the Rotunda tomorrow and we should head to the temple I
guess, we can sort through what can come over here and Padme gave me
some credits to buy nesting blankets and pillows for you to the
apartment and not just your quarters.” He beamed happily.

Letting
out an embarrassed but grateful nod, Obi-Wan nodded, flushing happily
when Anakin pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips before he went
to the bedroom to find sleeping clothes.

That
they hadn’t gone ahead and just picked up blankets and pillows for
him was something Obi-Wan appreciated, being able to pick his own
nesting material.

Quietly
Obi-Wan undid his belt and sash, smiling slightly at himself in the
mirror as he took in the impressive bathroom,
taking in the soft shades of blue and white with decorations of
hunting tusk cats and shaak’s as their prey.

He
put his outer tunic aside before pausing, his fingers hesitating on
the hem of his inner tunic before shaking his head firmly.

He
wasn’t about to become shy, Anakin had bloody well seen him new
thousands of times since he became Obi-Wan’s padawan and Padme had
helped take care of him during the withdrawal and had seen her fair
share of things.

And
they were mates!

And
yet it was different somehow and he flushed when Anakin returned,
standing there shirtless as the alpha crossed the floor with a soft
white t-shirt, obviously well worn and comfortable as Obi-Wan quickly
pulled it on, glancing up to find Anakin smiling soppily at him.
“W-What?” Obi-Wan blinked.

Huffing
a bit, Anakin leaned in and stroked Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face.
“Oh you’re just… cute. You’re being shy, it’s endearing
Obi-Wan… I didn’t think you had the ability to be shy around me
anymore,” He smiled happily before pecking him on the nose and
straightening again. “But it is kind of different now huh.”
Anakin noted, frowning a bit.

Snorting,
rubbing the back of what he knew must be his pink neck, Obi-Wan
smiled at the other. “It is but,” He hesitated and then shrugged.
“I like it. I like you. I’ve always liked you Anakin, I just
thought you weren’t mine.” Obi-Wan admitted quietly and then
grunted when he was wrapped up in a tight up, crushed against
Anakin’s chest.

Wavering,
caught between his desire to want comfort and his urge to hide his
uncertainty, Obi-Wan settled his head against the others collarbone,
closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. “…But you are mine,
you’re both mine.”
He noted quietly, surprised by the overwhelmingly possessive note to
his voice.

Anakin
just nuzzled him, purring quietly, an alphas soothing purr. “We’re
yours. We’ve always been yours,” He swore before lifting his head
and turning a bit. “Right Padme?”

Surprised,
Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his toes to peek over the blonds
shoulder, flushing darkly when he saw Padme standing there in a
beautiful seafoam green nightie that beautifully showed off her
curves and exposed her milky thighs.

She
looked hungry as she smiled at them, her eyes darkening ever so
slightly as she smelled of want. “Yes, we’re yours Obi-Wan.”
Padme promised in a quiet tone that seemed to promise the galaxy.

Force,
Obi-Wan couldn’t wait for his heat even as his ears burned and he
hid his face in Anakin’s chest.

Hello Moddy! Love hoarder seer. I’m probably going to send in a few different prompts in the next few minutes for it, if that’s okay? First, well, you’re leading us right to it. How’s the senate going to react? What kind of stress will that put on poor Obi?

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Coruscant
is in uproar.

The
clones were right in their worry about their reaction and suddenly
there are troopers stationed at every entrance and exit of the Jedi
temple, to keep out the public, the media and
the Senate and several pregnant troopers move into the temple.

Obi-Wan
knows something is going on, the council whispering to each other
furiously before shutting up moments before he reach them, smiling
nervously at him but he hears snippets.

The
words senate, senators, complaints and abortion.

He
can make his own conclusions from that and when the entire 212th
gets moved to the temple and Cody outright starts living with him…

Well,
Obi-Wan recognizes that his love and the troopers that served him in
war are
now his bodyguards even
though Obi-Wan didn’t leave the temple, having been moved to
paperwork and tactics since he couldn’t fight at the front anymore.

And
he’s not stupid, he’s seen the wolfpack prowling around a lot
more than common.

Though
to be fair, they have a few pregnant members too so
that could be the thing but Obi-Wan has a feeling it has to do with
him too if Helix and Wolffe’s whispered conversations are any
indication.

If
Obi-Wan were to guess, some of the senators are debating that Obi-Wan
needs
to be in the war and therefor should terminate his babies.

Actual
fear zooms through his veins at that thought and his thoughts are
confirmed as a week later the media gets a hand on the Senator’s
transcripts and then the council can no longer keep it hidden from
Obi-Wan.

There…
were a lot more Senator’s and even the Chancellor
on the list of people who thought Obi-Wan should end the pregnancy.

Anakin
is livid.

If
Anakin was a storm before, he is cold Jedi wrath incarnated now and
Qui-Gon is his own little storm of discontent.

It
is safe to say that whatever relationship the Chancellor or those
Senator’s had cultivated before with practically any Jedi is over
at this point, Anakin going as far as answer in a clipped tone into
his comm in the middle of one of the refectories when the Supreme
Chancellor called him that if it wasn’t in regards to the safety of
Coruscant or a work related, the man was to stop contacting Anakin
and right after that he had blocked the personal comm codes before
going back to his spiced meal with a grouchy look.

It
was just so stressful that Obi-Wan had outright started to bawl
much to the panic of everyone at said refectory, his hormones doing
the worst to his moods and Cody had ended up outright carrying the
tired and worn out Jedi back to his quarters with Anakin fluttering
after, a plate in one hand and a fork in the other as he babbled
apologies.

And
that wasn’t all.

Obi-Wan
discovered the other
part of being pregnant.

Cravings,
cravings from hell.

Cody,
despite the expression on his face, quietly soft boiled eggs and
slathered nut butter onto them. He made vinegar pickled pears and
chocolate covered soy protein even
though the cravings and flavor combos were strange.

Obi-Wan
was just so grateful for all of that he spent an hour crying over his
reports, just so happy he had his Cody and Anakin and Qui-Gon, all of
them making what Obi-Wan asked for even when it was strange.

Hell,
Cody even went out at the middle of the night to buy ice cream and
bantha meat, only kissing Obi-Wan gently before he drew on his
clothes and left as Obi-Wan sulked into his blanket for craving those
two things.

Because
of all the civilians and media’s basically camping on their
doorsteps, Obi-Wan couldn’t really leave the temple but that was
fine by him, he was getting bigger, he was getting slower and the
Garden’s were beautiful, especially with Cody walking at his side.

Worry
itched in his stomach however when his instincts told him to pick up
a blaster that he tucked onto his belt.

He
didn’t know what was coming but he didn’t like that the Force
told him to pick up a blaster that was small enough to hide on his
belt, especially as Qui-Gon and Anakin were scheduled to leave
Coruscant in two weeks.

It
made him… anxious.

But
even if Obi-Wan could no longer fight, that didn’t mean the war
outside of Coruscant had stopped.

And
then the Force told him to pick up a poison antidote as he curled up
in Cody’s arms.

Hello Moddy! Love hoarder seer. I’m probably going to send in a few different prompts in the next few minutes for it, if that’s okay? First, well, you’re leading us right to it. How’s the senate going to react? What kind of stress will that put on poor Obi?

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Coruscant
is in uproar.

The
clones were right in their worry about their reaction and suddenly
there are troopers stationed at every entrance and exit of the Jedi
temple, to keep out the public, the media and
the Senate and several pregnant troopers move into the temple.

Obi-Wan
knows something is going on, the council whispering to each other
furiously before shutting up moments before he reach them, smiling
nervously at him but he hears snippets.

The
words senate, senators, complaints and abortion.

He
can make his own conclusions from that and when the entire 212th
gets moved to the temple and Cody outright starts living with him…

Well,
Obi-Wan recognizes that his love and the troopers that served him in
war are
now his bodyguards even
though Obi-Wan didn’t leave the temple, having been moved to
paperwork and tactics since he couldn’t fight at the front anymore.

And
he’s not stupid, he’s seen the wolfpack prowling around a lot
more than common.

Though
to be fair, they have a few pregnant members too so
that could be the thing but Obi-Wan has a feeling it has to do with
him too if Helix and Wolffe’s whispered conversations are any
indication.

If
Obi-Wan were to guess, some of the senators are debating that Obi-Wan
needs
to be in the war and therefor should terminate his babies.

Actual
fear zooms through his veins at that thought and his thoughts are
confirmed as a week later the media gets a hand on the Senator’s
transcripts and then the council can no longer keep it hidden from
Obi-Wan.

There…
were a lot more Senator’s and even the Chancellor
on the list of people who thought Obi-Wan should end the pregnancy.

Anakin
is livid.

If
Anakin was a storm before, he is cold Jedi wrath incarnated now and
Qui-Gon is his own little storm of discontent.

It
is safe to say that whatever relationship the Chancellor or those
Senator’s had cultivated before with practically any Jedi is over
at this point, Anakin going as far as answer in a clipped tone into
his comm in the middle of one of the refectories when the Supreme
Chancellor called him that if it wasn’t in regards to the safety of
Coruscant or a work related, the man was to stop contacting Anakin
and right after that he had blocked the personal comm codes before
going back to his spiced meal with a grouchy look.

It
was just so stressful that Obi-Wan had outright started to bawl
much to the panic of everyone at said refectory, his hormones doing
the worst to his moods and Cody had ended up outright carrying the
tired and worn out Jedi back to his quarters with Anakin fluttering
after, a plate in one hand and a fork in the other as he babbled
apologies.

And
that wasn’t all.

Obi-Wan
discovered the other
part of being pregnant.

Cravings,
cravings from hell.

Cody,
despite the expression on his face, quietly soft boiled eggs and
slathered nut butter onto them. He made vinegar pickled pears and
chocolate covered soy protein even
though the cravings and flavor combos were strange.

Obi-Wan
was just so grateful for all of that he spent an hour crying over his
reports, just so happy he had his Cody and Anakin and Qui-Gon, all of
them making what Obi-Wan asked for even when it was strange.

Hell,
Cody even went out at the middle of the night to buy ice cream and
bantha meat, only kissing Obi-Wan gently before he drew on his
clothes and left as Obi-Wan sulked into his blanket for craving those
two things.

Because
of all the civilians and media’s basically camping on their
doorsteps, Obi-Wan couldn’t really leave the temple but that was
fine by him, he was getting bigger, he was getting slower and the
Garden’s were beautiful, especially with Cody walking at his side.

Worry
itched in his stomach however when his instincts told him to pick up
a blaster that he tucked onto his belt.

He
didn’t know what was coming but he didn’t like that the Force
told him to pick up a blaster that was small enough to hide on his
belt, especially as Qui-Gon and Anakin were scheduled to leave
Coruscant in two weeks.

It
made him… anxious.

But
even if Obi-Wan could no longer fight, that didn’t mean the war
outside of Coruscant had stopped.

And
then the Force told him to pick up a poison antidote as he curled up
in Cody’s arms.

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Settling
down on the grass, Qui-Gon opened his mouth only to snap it shut when
there was a little snarl from the person laying on the grass. “Don’t
touch me.” Obi-Wan hissed venomously,
the wind of Serenno fluttering his hair gently as
he remained buried in his arms, still laying on his stomach in the
grass.

Peering
down at his love in concern, Qui-Gon frowned slightly. “I was not
about to Obi-Wan.” He murmured quietly and
cautiously,
watching as the tense muscles of the others back slowly relaxed as
they sat in utter silence for a long few moments.

Finally
Obi-Wan let out a breath and lifted his head from his arms to look up
at the other man, squinting a bit.

Oh
dear, that explained the others bad mood.

Wincing,
Qui-Gon reached out slowly and settled his hand against Obi-Wan’s
forehead when
the other didn’t withdraw from him,
confirming his thoughts on a fever as he took in the purple spots
covering the others sweaty and flushed face as the former Jedi
allowed the touch.

Obi-Wan
had Ryloth pox.

‘Must
have picked it up from the refugees that passed through here last
week, the incubation period is about right.’ Qui-Gon noted mentally
as he shifted closer and carefully prompted Obi-Wan to roll onto his
back instead of laying on the grass under the shade of the fruit
trees. With a little grunt Obi-Wan did as told and then let out a
soft noise of gratefulness as the Sith offered up his lap as a
pillow, settling his hand over the others eyes to provide more shade
for currently light sensitive eyes.

It
was always worse to get Ryloth pox as an adult, just like chickenpox.

“…Anakin
told me you didn’t seem to be in the best of shape but I had no
idea you had Ryloth pox love,” Qui-Gon noted quietly. “You
should have come to me when the spots broke out, I
already went through them and have an immunity.”
He tacked on as the scent of the fruit orchard reached them.

Obi-Wan
licked his lips then sighed deeply. “It was just so noisy inside
with the babies and I was so warm…” He whispered.

Qui-Gon
stroked the others hair with the hand not currently covering up the
green eyes as he watched his love.

He
could imagine it got too much for Obi-Wan.

Ever
since the fall of Sidious, things were slowing down, becoming quieter
around
the galaxy if not in their home.

Dooku
wasn’t really interested in keeping the war running now that his
master was out of the picture, not when Qui-Gon was looming over his
shoulder and thanks to Palpatine no longer being able to push the war
forward on both sides and keep the animosities going, tentative
negotiations were ongoing to separate those worlds that wanted to
leave the Republic and yet keep trade systems going.

It
was a messy affair and it made Qui-Gon happier than ever that he
didn’t have to deal with the damn politics.

The
result of it however meant that quite a few refugees were escaping
worlds on the CIS governed world, fearing slavery and instead moving
to Republican worlds and because of Qui-Gon, some of them passed
through Serenno as Qui-Gon did not
approve of slavery.

The
very public showdown he had with the Queen of
Zygerria,
Miraj Scintel, had made that apparent and very few wanted to actually
upset Qui-Gon as he would bring his saber and his words with him.

Obi-Wan’s
now open presence on Serenno along with Senator Amidala and former
Jedi Skywalker was also helping making people more certain that
Serenno was a safe temporary shelter before continuing further into
the core worlds.

Yan
reluctantly accepted that.

Not
like he could stop it, if Serenno wanted to leave the Republic, they
would have to find their own economy some way and tourists and trips
could fill in some gaps.

Stroking
the others hair, Qui-Gon peered at the house and chuckled when he
heard a loud cry that was echoed by another.

It
seemed the twins were awake once more but beneath Qui-Gon’s hand,
Obi-Wan slept.

The
war was uncertain but…

They
were getting towards peace, maybe sometime soon… things could
settle into a quiet sort of peace.

Qui-Gon
could hope at least.

But
he knew that at the very least, he had his Obi-Wan with him.

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Settling
down on the grass, Qui-Gon opened his mouth only to snap it shut when
there was a little snarl from the person laying on the grass. “Don’t
touch me.” Obi-Wan hissed venomously,
the wind of Serenno fluttering his hair gently as
he remained buried in his arms, still laying on his stomach in the
grass.

Peering
down at his love in concern, Qui-Gon frowned slightly. “I was not
about to Obi-Wan.” He murmured quietly and
cautiously,
watching as the tense muscles of the others back slowly relaxed as
they sat in utter silence for a long few moments.

Finally
Obi-Wan let out a breath and lifted his head from his arms to look up
at the other man, squinting a bit.

Oh
dear, that explained the others bad mood.

Wincing,
Qui-Gon reached out slowly and settled his hand against Obi-Wan’s
forehead when
the other didn’t withdraw from him,
confirming his thoughts on a fever as he took in the purple spots
covering the others sweaty and flushed face as the former Jedi
allowed the touch.

Obi-Wan
had Ryloth pox.

‘Must
have picked it up from the refugees that passed through here last
week, the incubation period is about right.’ Qui-Gon noted mentally
as he shifted closer and carefully prompted Obi-Wan to roll onto his
back instead of laying on the grass under the shade of the fruit
trees. With a little grunt Obi-Wan did as told and then let out a
soft noise of gratefulness as the Sith offered up his lap as a
pillow, settling his hand over the others eyes to provide more shade
for currently light sensitive eyes.

It
was always worse to get Ryloth pox as an adult, just like chickenpox.

“…Anakin
told me you didn’t seem to be in the best of shape but I had no
idea you had Ryloth pox love,” Qui-Gon noted quietly. “You
should have come to me when the spots broke out, I
already went through them and have an immunity.”
He tacked on as the scent of the fruit orchard reached them.

Obi-Wan
licked his lips then sighed deeply. “It was just so noisy inside
with the babies and I was so warm…” He whispered.

Qui-Gon
stroked the others hair with the hand not currently covering up the
green eyes as he watched his love.

He
could imagine it got too much for Obi-Wan.

Ever
since the fall of Sidious, things were slowing down, becoming quieter
around
the galaxy if not in their home.

Dooku
wasn’t really interested in keeping the war running now that his
master was out of the picture, not when Qui-Gon was looming over his
shoulder and thanks to Palpatine no longer being able to push the war
forward on both sides and keep the animosities going, tentative
negotiations were ongoing to separate those worlds that wanted to
leave the Republic and yet keep trade systems going.

It
was a messy affair and it made Qui-Gon happier than ever that he
didn’t have to deal with the damn politics.

The
result of it however meant that quite a few refugees were escaping
worlds on the CIS governed world, fearing slavery and instead moving
to Republican worlds and because of Qui-Gon, some of them passed
through Serenno as Qui-Gon did not
approve of slavery.

The
very public showdown he had with the Queen of
Zygerria,
Miraj Scintel, had made that apparent and very few wanted to actually
upset Qui-Gon as he would bring his saber and his words with him.

Obi-Wan’s
now open presence on Serenno along with Senator Amidala and former
Jedi Skywalker was also helping making people more certain that
Serenno was a safe temporary shelter before continuing further into
the core worlds.

Yan
reluctantly accepted that.

Not
like he could stop it, if Serenno wanted to leave the Republic, they
would have to find their own economy some way and tourists and trips
could fill in some gaps.

Stroking
the others hair, Qui-Gon peered at the house and chuckled when he
heard a loud cry that was echoed by another.

It
seemed the twins were awake once more but beneath Qui-Gon’s hand,
Obi-Wan slept.

The
war was uncertain but…

They
were getting towards peace, maybe sometime soon… things could
settle into a quiet sort of peace.

Qui-Gon
could hope at least.

But
he knew that at the very least, he had his Obi-Wan with him.

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Pushing
a bowl into Fives hands, Anakin smiled worriedly at the trooper
before glancing around the tent full of coughing and hiccuping
troopers as the other obediently started to sip the thin broth to see
if he could manage to keep something down.

Clones
were normally hardy people, made to be resistant to most illnesses
and diseases but when they got sick, they got real
sick.

As
was the case at that moment with the 501st
and the 212th.

Half
of them were sick with the rest of them being quarantined away.

All
of their medics were down, Helix, Helios, Kix and Bandaid were
actually still on the hallucination stage with Echo and Boil being
the ones who had recovered the furthest as they were able to actually
sit up and eat without being worried about everything either coming
up the mouth or out the other way in an explosive diarrhea.

All
three Jedi had decided to care for the troopers as the Force made
them immune to this particular illness and that meant that all the
other troopers were being kept outside the now quarantined medical
tent that had to be set up post haste.

They
kept guard over their sick vode and the Jedi, they made food and they
picked up supplies as they were dropped and for that Anakin was
grateful.

He,
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were resting on shifts to make sure everyone was
taken care of but Anakin had a feeling that Obi-Wan was taking more
than his fair share.

But
to be fair, so was he.

Both
of them were making sure Ahsoka slept a bit more and that’s why
Anakin wasn’t outright calling out Obi-Wan for taking an hour or
two extra now and then.

He
was all too aware of Obi-Wan’s stern stare in his back after all and
knew that if he called out Obi-Wan on his behavior, Obi-Wan would
call out Anakin on his and thereby Ahsoka would know that they were
taking a few of her shift hours to make sure she slept.

But
both Anakin and Obi-Wan were replacing that rest with some
meditation, something Ahsoka didn’t quite have a grasp on yet.

They
were still all exhausted, racing to and fro as they were in the tent,
tending to troopers, helping them clean up, administering medication
and helping a few of them between the fresher and beds.

His
eyes caught Obi-Wan, the redhead sitting at Captain Rex bedside and
the two smiled tiredly at each other before focusing back on helping
each of the troopers eat at least a bowlful of broth.

()()()

Of
course, the good thing about the clones resistance was that they also
recovered quickly once the sickness passed them.

A
few days of wobbling legs, a few days of upped water intake and some
food along with a decent nights rest and they could be back in
fighting form thanks to their systems fighting the sickness so well
once they were back in form and whatever had infected them was dead
in their systems.

Jedi
however were not always so lucky when pushing themselves.

Which
was obvious when Anakin slid down a pole to sit on the ground,
shaking his head and muttering about dizziness and Obi-Wan followed
an hour later, almost face planting in his commander’s chest.

Ahsoka,
being smarter than both her masters, quietly went to her bedroll when
she started to feel a tired ache roll up her calves, curling up to
rest without a complaint unlike the two Jedi master’s who
complained all the way to the bedrolls where they were pushed in and
helped out of boots, belts and tunics to rest properly under the
instructions of the medics who had a lot more rank pulling than the
Jedi when it came to the situation of health.

Taking
care of so many men had exhausted all three Jedi and now they were
paying for that exhaustion after two weeks of pushing their bodies.

Tucking
in the exhausted Generals who finally stopped complaining, Cody and
Rex exchanged looks before smiling at each other and shrugging. They
may be Jedi but they were just as mortal as the clones were and with
that came exhaustion and fevers though Helix and Kix were certain
that both older Jedi would be good as long as they rested.

Ahsoka
on the other hand needed do hydrate.

Both
things were something the troopers would help with, keeping quiet and
making sure that all three Jedi got the rest they needed and the
nutrients they should have when they woke up.

Clones taking care of Jedi and the Jedi taking care of clones

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Pushing
a bowl into Fives hands, Anakin smiled worriedly at the trooper
before glancing around the tent full of coughing and hiccuping
troopers as the other obediently started to sip the thin broth to see
if he could manage to keep something down.

Clones
were normally hardy people, made to be resistant to most illnesses
and diseases but when they got sick, they got real
sick.

As
was the case at that moment with the 501st
and the 212th.

Half
of them were sick with the rest of them being quarantined away.

All
of their medics were down, Helix, Helios, Kix and Bandaid were
actually still on the hallucination stage with Echo and Boil being
the ones who had recovered the furthest as they were able to actually
sit up and eat without being worried about everything either coming
up the mouth or out the other way in an explosive diarrhea.

All
three Jedi had decided to care for the troopers as the Force made
them immune to this particular illness and that meant that all the
other troopers were being kept outside the now quarantined medical
tent that had to be set up post haste.

They
kept guard over their sick vode and the Jedi, they made food and they
picked up supplies as they were dropped and for that Anakin was
grateful.

He,
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were resting on shifts to make sure everyone was
taken care of but Anakin had a feeling that Obi-Wan was taking more
than his fair share.

But
to be fair, so was he.

Both
of them were making sure Ahsoka slept a bit more and that’s why
Anakin wasn’t outright calling out Obi-Wan for taking an hour or
two extra now and then.

He
was all too aware of Obi-Wan’s stern stare in his back after all and
knew that if he called out Obi-Wan on his behavior, Obi-Wan would
call out Anakin on his and thereby Ahsoka would know that they were
taking a few of her shift hours to make sure she slept.

But
both Anakin and Obi-Wan were replacing that rest with some
meditation, something Ahsoka didn’t quite have a grasp on yet.

They
were still all exhausted, racing to and fro as they were in the tent,
tending to troopers, helping them clean up, administering medication
and helping a few of them between the fresher and beds.

His
eyes caught Obi-Wan, the redhead sitting at Captain Rex bedside and
the two smiled tiredly at each other before focusing back on helping
each of the troopers eat at least a bowlful of broth.

()()()

Of
course, the good thing about the clones resistance was that they also
recovered quickly once the sickness passed them.

A
few days of wobbling legs, a few days of upped water intake and some
food along with a decent nights rest and they could be back in
fighting form thanks to their systems fighting the sickness so well
once they were back in form and whatever had infected them was dead
in their systems.

Jedi
however were not always so lucky when pushing themselves.

Which
was obvious when Anakin slid down a pole to sit on the ground,
shaking his head and muttering about dizziness and Obi-Wan followed
an hour later, almost face planting in his commander’s chest.

Ahsoka,
being smarter than both her masters, quietly went to her bedroll when
she started to feel a tired ache roll up her calves, curling up to
rest without a complaint unlike the two Jedi master’s who
complained all the way to the bedrolls where they were pushed in and
helped out of boots, belts and tunics to rest properly under the
instructions of the medics who had a lot more rank pulling than the
Jedi when it came to the situation of health.

Taking
care of so many men had exhausted all three Jedi and now they were
paying for that exhaustion after two weeks of pushing their bodies.

Tucking
in the exhausted Generals who finally stopped complaining, Cody and
Rex exchanged looks before smiling at each other and shrugging. They
may be Jedi but they were just as mortal as the clones were and with
that came exhaustion and fevers though Helix and Kix were certain
that both older Jedi would be good as long as they rested.

Ahsoka
on the other hand needed do hydrate.

Both
things were something the troopers would help with, keeping quiet and
making sure that all three Jedi got the rest they needed and the
nutrients they should have when they woke up.