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Stroking
Obi-Wan’s copper
hair
slowly, Qui-Gon rested his head on the edge of the Jedi’s pillow as
he observed the others steady breathing and listened to his
heartbeat. It had been two days since Obi-Wan had been buried under
the rubble of the Queen’s castle and he had yet to wake though to
be fair, one of them were spent in a bacta tube.

It
had… frightened Qui-Gon, to see the other choke on his blood.

For
a moment he had really thought he’d lose Obi-Wan before he was even
Qui-Gon’s once more.

Anakin
too was freaking out though less now that he was spending time with
some of the troopers, Rex and Cody in particular.

It
also helped that Obi-Wan was recovering so Anakin didn’t fear
losing his soul
brother in that very moment when he was safe in the Negotiator
medbay.

Despite
the sterile smell, as all medical areas had, Qui-Gon was coming to
appreciate the medbay because of the people who worked there, Helix
and Helios quite the duo in keeping the peace and efficiency going.

And
they had wonderful bedside manners.

They
didn’t mind Qui-Gon or the other Nosfer sitting with Obi-Wan as
long as they didn’t try waking him and something about the proxy of
positive visitations aiding in recovery or something to that.

Qui-Gon
could appreciate their professionalism and their kindness because he
wasn’t really sure that latter part was true or just bullshit said
to justify why the Nosfer were allowed to sit at Obi-Wan’s bedside
as long as they took care of their own needs and didn’t neglect
them.

“I
can hear your brain working.” Obi-Wan suddenly breathed out without
opening his eyes.

Pausing
mid stroke, Qui-Gon stared at the human before slowly continuing.
“You’re awake. Thank the blood goddess.” He rumbled quietly.

Selfishly
he decided not to call for Helix just yet, slowly running his fingers
through Obi-Wan’s hair as the man kept his eyes shut.

He
seemed to enjoy it if the small lip twitch was any indication and
that was the important part to Qui-Gon.

Finally
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and glanced at him, the two staring at each
other quietly.

Then
Qui-Gon let out a shuddering breath. “Please don’t make me go
through losing you. I already went through Benjamin’s death and it
was painful and almost broke me and my famil-”

“If
I die, you can turn me.” Obi-Wan cut in.

Qui-Gon
froze, his pupils slitting in shock with
his blue eyes flashing red for
a moment before rounding and
turning blue
again as he stared at the man with his mouth open and his fangs on
display. Then he closed it sharply to swallow harshly. “…What?”
He whispered.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan swallowed painfully as he slowly reached up with an
iv pinned hand to brush his fingers against Qui-Gon’s chest.
“When,” He paused, licking his lips again. “When I was pinned
under the debris… I could feel
Anakin. He…” Green eyes teared up.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes softened and then he stood, leaning up and pressing his lips to
Obi-Wan’s forehead as he wiped away the trails of tears slowly
running down Obi-Wan’s cheeks with
his thumbs,
catching them before they could roll into the others ears.

Now
he got it.

It
was one thing to know that you were loved, to know you were cared for
and that someone would miss you when you were gone.

It
was another thing to feel
it to the marrow of your bones and connecting with Anakin in that
moment, Obi-Wan would have felt all that Anakin felt.

His
fear, his rage, his guilt, his love for Obi-Wan and the borderline
insanity the blond was threading at the very idea of losing his
brother once more. Obi-Wan would have felt it all and known how much
his loss would hurt Anakin, how
much losing Ben in the first place had hurt him.

For
the first time, either as Ben or Obi-Wan, the other knew exactly what
his death would do to Anakin and he couldn’t do that to the blond.

Not
now that he knew.

“…I’m
calling over Helix, he will want to check you over,” Qui-Gon
whispered against
the warm skin of the others forehead.
“And I’ll get you some water and a straw so you won’t have to
sit up…” He smiled at Obi-Wan’s pitiful little ‘thank you.’,
his dead heart pounding in his chest as
he straightened.

Obi-Wan
had agreed.

They…
they weren’t going to lose Obi-Wan as they had lost Ben.

‘Is
this mercy?’ Qui-Gon wondered as he straightened. ‘Is the Force
giving us mercy finally for taking Ben early?’

Qui-Gon
didn’t know but as he called for Helix to come from the office, he
couldn’t help but send a grateful prayer to whoever gave Anakin and
Obi-Wan their soul bond.

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Stroking
Obi-Wan’s copper
hair
slowly, Qui-Gon rested his head on the edge of the Jedi’s pillow as
he observed the others steady breathing and listened to his
heartbeat. It had been two days since Obi-Wan had been buried under
the rubble of the Queen’s castle and he had yet to wake though to
be fair, one of them were spent in a bacta tube.

It
had… frightened Qui-Gon, to see the other choke on his blood.

For
a moment he had really thought he’d lose Obi-Wan before he was even
Qui-Gon’s once more.

Anakin
too was freaking out though less now that he was spending time with
some of the troopers, Rex and Cody in particular.

It
also helped that Obi-Wan was recovering so Anakin didn’t fear
losing his soul
brother in that very moment when he was safe in the Negotiator
medbay.

Despite
the sterile smell, as all medical areas had, Qui-Gon was coming to
appreciate the medbay because of the people who worked there, Helix
and Helios quite the duo in keeping the peace and efficiency going.

And
they had wonderful bedside manners.

They
didn’t mind Qui-Gon or the other Nosfer sitting with Obi-Wan as
long as they didn’t try waking him and something about the proxy of
positive visitations aiding in recovery or something to that.

Qui-Gon
could appreciate their professionalism and their kindness because he
wasn’t really sure that latter part was true or just bullshit said
to justify why the Nosfer were allowed to sit at Obi-Wan’s bedside
as long as they took care of their own needs and didn’t neglect
them.

“I
can hear your brain working.” Obi-Wan suddenly breathed out without
opening his eyes.

Pausing
mid stroke, Qui-Gon stared at the human before slowly continuing.
“You’re awake. Thank the blood goddess.” He rumbled quietly.

Selfishly
he decided not to call for Helix just yet, slowly running his fingers
through Obi-Wan’s hair as the man kept his eyes shut.

He
seemed to enjoy it if the small lip twitch was any indication and
that was the important part to Qui-Gon.

Finally
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and glanced at him, the two staring at each
other quietly.

Then
Qui-Gon let out a shuddering breath. “Please don’t make me go
through losing you. I already went through Benjamin’s death and it
was painful and almost broke me and my famil-”

“If
I die, you can turn me.” Obi-Wan cut in.

Qui-Gon
froze, his pupils slitting in shock with
his blue eyes flashing red for
a moment before rounding and
turning blue
again as he stared at the man with his mouth open and his fangs on
display. Then he closed it sharply to swallow harshly. “…What?”
He whispered.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan swallowed painfully as he slowly reached up with an
iv pinned hand to brush his fingers against Qui-Gon’s chest.
“When,” He paused, licking his lips again. “When I was pinned
under the debris… I could feel
Anakin. He…” Green eyes teared up.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes softened and then he stood, leaning up and pressing his lips to
Obi-Wan’s forehead as he wiped away the trails of tears slowly
running down Obi-Wan’s cheeks with
his thumbs,
catching them before they could roll into the others ears.

Now
he got it.

It
was one thing to know that you were loved, to know you were cared for
and that someone would miss you when you were gone.

It
was another thing to feel
it to the marrow of your bones and connecting with Anakin in that
moment, Obi-Wan would have felt all that Anakin felt.

His
fear, his rage, his guilt, his love for Obi-Wan and the borderline
insanity the blond was threading at the very idea of losing his
brother once more. Obi-Wan would have felt it all and known how much
his loss would hurt Anakin, how
much losing Ben in the first place had hurt him.

For
the first time, either as Ben or Obi-Wan, the other knew exactly what
his death would do to Anakin and he couldn’t do that to the blond.

Not
now that he knew.

“…I’m
calling over Helix, he will want to check you over,” Qui-Gon
whispered against
the warm skin of the others forehead.
“And I’ll get you some water and a straw so you won’t have to
sit up…” He smiled at Obi-Wan’s pitiful little ‘thank you.’,
his dead heart pounding in his chest as
he straightened.

Obi-Wan
had agreed.

They…
they weren’t going to lose Obi-Wan as they had lost Ben.

‘Is
this mercy?’ Qui-Gon wondered as he straightened. ‘Is the Force
giving us mercy finally for taking Ben early?’

Qui-Gon
didn’t know but as he called for Helix to come from the office, he
couldn’t help but send a grateful prayer to whoever gave Anakin and
Obi-Wan their soul bond.

In hoarderseer what did obi wan give jango and boba, if jango is still alive. Did jango tisk Jedi?

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Settling
the stick of incense in the bowl of sand in the window sill, Obi-Wan
shot the two troopers a small smile. “I have to admit, I’m
grateful you two aren’t hovering.” He murmured as he returned to
the couch, bringing with him the musky scent of the incense.

Helix
snorted. “You’re delicate, not utterly disabled.” He said
dryly.

“General
Jinn and Skywalker have been worried about you, haven’t they?”
Cody instead asked, stroking the others red hair out of his eyes to
tuck it behind his ear, fingers lingering on Obi-Wan’s warm skin.

Wrinkling
his nose while leaning into Cody’s side, Obi-Wan nodded with a
sigh. “Its the amount of kids,” He confessed, settling his hand
on his stomach. “That’s what has them so on edge and I understand
it, but I just…” Obi-Wan grunted.

“Its
getting you frustrated.” Helix summarized, frowning a bit as
Obi-Wan nodded.
He would have to speak with both Jedi before he left with the
commander, stress from others was the last thing Obi-Wan needed and
that included stress from being fussed over too if it was making him
agitated.

The
medic watched closely as Cody rubbed the Jedi’s lower back, Obi-Wan
visibly relaxing into him and that was good because Helix hadn’t
liked the blood pressure result he had gotten when Obi-Wan allowed
him to do a few tests.

Shaking
his head, Helix glanced towards the fancy black bowl with little
mournful looking golden wolves howling around the bottom of it with
the simple incense stick stuck in the white sand inside. “Its a
pretty bowl General.” He noted, wanting to change the subject even
as he promised himself to speak with Skywalker and Jinn.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan settled his head on Cody’s shoulder. “It’s a
mourner bowl from Stewjon, I take it out for special occasions,” He
smiled slightly at Helix, a smile tinged with sadness. “Thank you
though, I bought it the single time I visited my home planet.”

Both
troopers exchanged surprised looks before Cody continued teasing his
fingers through his lover’s hair. “Mourner bowl? What…” He
hesitated, unsure how to ask why
Obi-Wan had it out without being too intrusive.

“It
is the anniversary for the first Geonosis attack,” Obi-Wan answered
easily, sighing. “The first battle that kick started this whole war
and so many died that day that I just…” He breathed out heavily,
staring at Cody’s thigh before slowly petting it.

Helix
made a noise of realization and recognition. “Ah, of course,” He
grunted. Honestly the fact that he had forgotten was a wonder.

Maybe
in the stress of learning of the four babies the date had slipped
Helix mind?

After
all, all troopers knew the date their template had died, Jango
decapitated on Geonosis.

‘Least
Boba got taken care of.’ Helix mused to himself as Cody gently
coaxed Obi-Wan to lay down and put his head in the commander’s lap.
Last Helix heard, Boba was currently going to school on Concord, some
kind of security detailed academy from what Alpha shared.

Glancing
towards the mourner bowl, Helix looked
back at his General hopefully
as the gentle musk scented smoke wafted in towards them.
“Sir… would it be possible for me t-”

The
Jedi cut in, a gentle smile on his face as he glanced at the medic
without lifting his head from the lap it was resting it. “If you
wish to put an incense stick to mourn and remember Helix, you are
more than welcome to do so.” He murmured in a tender tone.

Heart
swelling, Helix stood and moved towards the bowl.

He
had no relationship to Jango, to Boba.

But
without Jango, Helix would not exist and for that he was grateful
despite the systematic slavery
the clone army really was.

Yet
he was alive, he existed and he would be free some day to make his
life as he wished with his brothers.

‘All
my brothers.’ Helix noted mentally as he lit the incense, glancing
back at Obi-Wan and Cody because Rex was right, the two were
basically married and that made Obi-Wan a brother in law. Watching
Cody place his free hand over the tunic covered stomach while his
other continued slowly stroking the red hair of the Jedi, Helix knew
that a storm was coming as the council was at that moment informing
the Senate that General Kenobi was not returning to the battlefield
for months to be.

But
they would be ready for it.

For
themselves and for their new brother and the potential nephews and
nieces they would be uncles and aunts to when they arrived.

Yes,
Helix knew they would be ready for the storm as they were only in the
eye of it now.

The
eye of calm.

In hoarderseer what did obi wan give jango and boba, if jango is still alive. Did jango tisk Jedi?

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Settling
the stick of incense in the bowl of sand in the window sill, Obi-Wan
shot the two troopers a small smile. “I have to admit, I’m
grateful you two aren’t hovering.” He murmured as he returned to
the couch, bringing with him the musky scent of the incense.

Helix
snorted. “You’re delicate, not utterly disabled.” He said
dryly.

“General
Jinn and Skywalker have been worried about you, haven’t they?”
Cody instead asked, stroking the others red hair out of his eyes to
tuck it behind his ear, fingers lingering on Obi-Wan’s warm skin.

Wrinkling
his nose while leaning into Cody’s side, Obi-Wan nodded with a
sigh. “Its the amount of kids,” He confessed, settling his hand
on his stomach. “That’s what has them so on edge and I understand
it, but I just…” Obi-Wan grunted.

“Its
getting you frustrated.” Helix summarized, frowning a bit as
Obi-Wan nodded.
He would have to speak with both Jedi before he left with the
commander, stress from others was the last thing Obi-Wan needed and
that included stress from being fussed over too if it was making him
agitated.

The
medic watched closely as Cody rubbed the Jedi’s lower back, Obi-Wan
visibly relaxing into him and that was good because Helix hadn’t
liked the blood pressure result he had gotten when Obi-Wan allowed
him to do a few tests.

Shaking
his head, Helix glanced towards the fancy black bowl with little
mournful looking golden wolves howling around the bottom of it with
the simple incense stick stuck in the white sand inside. “Its a
pretty bowl General.” He noted, wanting to change the subject even
as he promised himself to speak with Skywalker and Jinn.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan settled his head on Cody’s shoulder. “It’s a
mourner bowl from Stewjon, I take it out for special occasions,” He
smiled slightly at Helix, a smile tinged with sadness. “Thank you
though, I bought it the single time I visited my home planet.”

Both
troopers exchanged surprised looks before Cody continued teasing his
fingers through his lover’s hair. “Mourner bowl? What…” He
hesitated, unsure how to ask why
Obi-Wan had it out without being too intrusive.

“It
is the anniversary for the first Geonosis attack,” Obi-Wan answered
easily, sighing. “The first battle that kick started this whole war
and so many died that day that I just…” He breathed out heavily,
staring at Cody’s thigh before slowly petting it.

Helix
made a noise of realization and recognition. “Ah, of course,” He
grunted. Honestly the fact that he had forgotten was a wonder.

Maybe
in the stress of learning of the four babies the date had slipped
Helix mind?

After
all, all troopers knew the date their template had died, Jango
decapitated on Geonosis.

‘Least
Boba got taken care of.’ Helix mused to himself as Cody gently
coaxed Obi-Wan to lay down and put his head in the commander’s lap.
Last Helix heard, Boba was currently going to school on Concord, some
kind of security detailed academy from what Alpha shared.

Glancing
towards the mourner bowl, Helix looked
back at his General hopefully
as the gentle musk scented smoke wafted in towards them.
“Sir… would it be possible for me t-”

The
Jedi cut in, a gentle smile on his face as he glanced at the medic
without lifting his head from the lap it was resting it. “If you
wish to put an incense stick to mourn and remember Helix, you are
more than welcome to do so.” He murmured in a tender tone.

Heart
swelling, Helix stood and moved towards the bowl.

He
had no relationship to Jango, to Boba.

But
without Jango, Helix would not exist and for that he was grateful
despite the systematic slavery
the clone army really was.

Yet
he was alive, he existed and he would be free some day to make his
life as he wished with his brothers.

‘All
my brothers.’ Helix noted mentally as he lit the incense, glancing
back at Obi-Wan and Cody because Rex was right, the two were
basically married and that made Obi-Wan a brother in law. Watching
Cody place his free hand over the tunic covered stomach while his
other continued slowly stroking the red hair of the Jedi, Helix knew
that a storm was coming as the council was at that moment informing
the Senate that General Kenobi was not returning to the battlefield
for months to be.

But
they would be ready for it.

For
themselves and for their new brother and the potential nephews and
nieces they would be uncles and aunts to when they arrived.

Yes,
Helix knew they would be ready for the storm as they were only in the
eye of it now.

The
eye of calm.

Forgive me Moddy for have sinned. The demon family au? I don’t remember the name of it, but just had a mental image of, Oh dear, Anakin goes screaming into Obi-Wan s home, scares him in the shower, and has to cope with wet. Slippery. Naked. Unconscious. Obi-Wan

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Wandering
towards the house with a small smile on his face, Vader glanced down
at the tupperware in his hand with a nice stew in it.

Obi-Wan
had been pulling a few long nights since ‘Anakin’ had been ‘sick’
and Jocasta had been worried about him not eating well enough. And as
an added bonus, she and Vader had stuck a few demon herbs into the
hearty beef stew she had whipped up for the man.

In
a hope to try and turn him or trigger some kind of memories.

Who
knew, it was possible.

Knocking
on the front door, Vader waited a moment before reaching up into the
hanging flowerpot and pulling out the extra key, letting himself in.
“Ben?” He called out loudly, raising a brow when he saw no one.

And
then he almost dropped the tupperware as there was a loud yelp and a
heavy THUMP in the direction of the bathroom of the house.

Setting
down the box on the coffee table, Vader sprung to the door and jerked
it open, finding Obi-Wan half inside and half outside of his shower,
his blood coating the ground.

Snarling,
Vader dropped to the floor and pulled the man to him while waving his
hand at the knobs to turn the shower up, his tail sprouting out along
with his horn as he whined at Obi-Wan and pressed his hand to the
others head, sealing the wound shut and prodding to ensure there was
no further damage.

Nothing,
no brain damage, no concussion, just a head wound from a nasty fall
when Vader surprised the man.

‘And
now I’m sitting with a wet, unconscious Obi-Wan in my lap…
great.’ Vader sighed, willing away his demonic appendages lest
Obi-Wan opens his eyes and sees them. Too many memories at once
Jocasta had theorized would surly kill the mortal made demon and that
was the last thing Vader wanted as he turned the shower on once more
and rinsed the blood out of Obi-Wan’s copper hair, ensuring he was
clean.

He
then summoned a towel over and Vader gingerly wrapped it around
Obi-Wan before rising carefully, carrying his Obi-Wan to the couch
where he tucked in the still wet man with one of the fluffy blankets.

‘Alright,
first things first.’ Vader rubbed his face and turned back to the
bathroom to clean up the blood that had landed on the tiles. It
didn’t take him long, the blood was still wet and therefor a few
paper towels did the job and he stroked a floor rag with soap and
water over the tiles afterward for Obi-Wan’s comfort.

Then
he returned to the still unconscious man, carefully drying his hair
with gentle hands.

‘Poor
Obi-Wan, I seem to get you in trouble all the time my dear weapon
brother.’ Vader sighed deeply as he stroked the copper hair slowly
before smiling gently. “I do rather love you still, regardless. I
do hope you love me still… even like this.” He murmured.

Teasing
the moist strands for a bit, Vader finally shook himself and
continued patting ‘Ben’ dry, slowly and steadily as he took note
of a few new scars.

He
was used to Obi-Wan’s nude body though and therefor did not linger
too long before he tucked the blanket back around the redhead’s
form and headed to the bedroom to find some clothes to dress the
other in.

It
amused him to find a black shirt with a red tengu mask on the front
and he ended up snagging it and a pair of soft sleep pants that he
dressed Obi-Wan in while waiting for the other to wake, settling
Obi-Wan’s head in his lap.

He’d
be more than happy to wait for the other to wake, especially after
scaring him enough to slip and fall and hey, Vader was selfish as
right now, he could pretend everything was alright as he slowly ran
his fingers through the copper red hair as he turned on the tv.

Just
right now, everything was just as it always had been with Obi’s
head in his lap.

His
dear Obi-Wan.

Forgive me Moddy for have sinned. The demon family au? I don’t remember the name of it, but just had a mental image of, Oh dear, Anakin goes screaming into Obi-Wan s home, scares him in the shower, and has to cope with wet. Slippery. Naked. Unconscious. Obi-Wan

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Wandering
towards the house with a small smile on his face, Vader glanced down
at the tupperware in his hand with a nice stew in it.

Obi-Wan
had been pulling a few long nights since ‘Anakin’ had been ‘sick’
and Jocasta had been worried about him not eating well enough. And as
an added bonus, she and Vader had stuck a few demon herbs into the
hearty beef stew she had whipped up for the man.

In
a hope to try and turn him or trigger some kind of memories.

Who
knew, it was possible.

Knocking
on the front door, Vader waited a moment before reaching up into the
hanging flowerpot and pulling out the extra key, letting himself in.
“Ben?” He called out loudly, raising a brow when he saw no one.

And
then he almost dropped the tupperware as there was a loud yelp and a
heavy THUMP in the direction of the bathroom of the house.

Setting
down the box on the coffee table, Vader sprung to the door and jerked
it open, finding Obi-Wan half inside and half outside of his shower,
his blood coating the ground.

Snarling,
Vader dropped to the floor and pulled the man to him while waving his
hand at the knobs to turn the shower up, his tail sprouting out along
with his horn as he whined at Obi-Wan and pressed his hand to the
others head, sealing the wound shut and prodding to ensure there was
no further damage.

Nothing,
no brain damage, no concussion, just a head wound from a nasty fall
when Vader surprised the man.

‘And
now I’m sitting with a wet, unconscious Obi-Wan in my lap…
great.’ Vader sighed, willing away his demonic appendages lest
Obi-Wan opens his eyes and sees them. Too many memories at once
Jocasta had theorized would surly kill the mortal made demon and that
was the last thing Vader wanted as he turned the shower on once more
and rinsed the blood out of Obi-Wan’s copper hair, ensuring he was
clean.

He
then summoned a towel over and Vader gingerly wrapped it around
Obi-Wan before rising carefully, carrying his Obi-Wan to the couch
where he tucked in the still wet man with one of the fluffy blankets.

‘Alright,
first things first.’ Vader rubbed his face and turned back to the
bathroom to clean up the blood that had landed on the tiles. It
didn’t take him long, the blood was still wet and therefor a few
paper towels did the job and he stroked a floor rag with soap and
water over the tiles afterward for Obi-Wan’s comfort.

Then
he returned to the still unconscious man, carefully drying his hair
with gentle hands.

‘Poor
Obi-Wan, I seem to get you in trouble all the time my dear weapon
brother.’ Vader sighed deeply as he stroked the copper hair slowly
before smiling gently. “I do rather love you still, regardless. I
do hope you love me still… even like this.” He murmured.

Teasing
the moist strands for a bit, Vader finally shook himself and
continued patting ‘Ben’ dry, slowly and steadily as he took note
of a few new scars.

He
was used to Obi-Wan’s nude body though and therefor did not linger
too long before he tucked the blanket back around the redhead’s
form and headed to the bedroom to find some clothes to dress the
other in.

It
amused him to find a black shirt with a red tengu mask on the front
and he ended up snagging it and a pair of soft sleep pants that he
dressed Obi-Wan in while waiting for the other to wake, settling
Obi-Wan’s head in his lap.

He’d
be more than happy to wait for the other to wake, especially after
scaring him enough to slip and fall and hey, Vader was selfish as
right now, he could pretend everything was alright as he slowly ran
his fingers through the copper red hair as he turned on the tv.

Just
right now, everything was just as it always had been with Obi’s
head in his lap.

His
dear Obi-Wan.

So has Obi-Wan and Anakin gotten married in Cat Cuddles?

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There
is one sentence that terrifies every person who has impregnated
someone and is staying with said person.

One
sentence that sends the fear through their system like nothing else.

“Am
I fat?”

Anakin
had truly wished that Obi-Wan would never ask that but his mate is a
proud and slightly vain feline and the question has Anakin freezing
in his seat as he stares at the pad of the new law proposal he’s
suppose to review for tomorrows Senate meeting.

Only
he is not seeing said proposal anymore.

Oh
no, he is not seeing that proposal at all because Obi-Wan has just
asked the most feared question Anakin had ever had aimed at him and
cautiously the blond peeked over the pad at his fiance as the
felinode rubs his curving belly with a pout on his face, tail
twitching.

They
had decided to put the actual ceremony off until the kittens were
born, Obi-Wan swelling in clothes size as each week passed and they
knew there was no way they would be able to get married before
Obi-Wan was a full five or six month into his pregnancy.

With
that knowledge they had scheduled their marriage sometime next year
which would give them ample time to plan the actual event, send out
invitations, get the catering set and so on and forth.

But
maybe Anakin won’t survive until the wedding because oh dear sweet
Force, Obi-Wan has asked the most fearsome question in the universe.

And
apparently Anakin was taking too long to answer, sinking in his no
longer comfortable recliner as he was, if Obi-Wan’s growing frown
was any indication as he stood in the bedroom doorway, dressed in a
half buttoned up shirt of Anakin’s that was… oh dear that really
did not fit him anymore.

Swallowing,
Anakin stood and dropped his pad on the small
table beside his recliner, standing to approach his lover with a
small smile. “No, no I don’t think you’re fat Obi-Wan.” He
said assuringly in a light tone as he pushed Obi-Wan’s hair out of
his face.

Obi-Wan’s
face instantly darkened, his brows furrowing as he stared at Anakin.

Yikes!
Wrong thing to say! Abort! Abort!

Taking
a quick, sharp breath, Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s stomach, touching
the warm skin with stretchmarks as he launched into a babble. “Okay,
look, you are bigger than
normally but
mate, Obi, sweetheart, you have babies
growing inside of you,” Feeling a sudden calm, Anakin dropped to
his knees, pressing a soft kiss to the taunt skin, knowing it was
going to get even taunter, with a loving smile on
his face.
“You have our children growing inside of you, of course things
aren’t going to fit you anymore my love.” He whispered, stroking
the skin and pushing the red shirt out of the way to nuzzle the skin
with his cheek before peering up at Obi-Wan.

Huffing,
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his face, his ears twitching as the top
of his cheeks over his beard was turning red. “But I can’t fit
into your shi-”

“We’ll
get you new ones,” Anakin assured, smiling up at him. “Pregnancy
clothes are a thing my love and once the babies are out, if you’re
a little bigger than before, that’s fine,” He kissed Obi-Wan’s
navel. “It just mean’s there’s more of you to love.” Anakin
beamed.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before softening, his tail settling around Anakin’s
shoulders. “You’re awful and I hate you.” He murmured without
any heat in his voice, stroking Anakin’s hair out of his face.

Humming
softly, Anakin pressed another kiss to the warm skin, smiling as he
thought of the three babies inside of his lover. “Oh I know, but
you love me anyway.” He said lightly as the sunstone of Obi-Wan’s
earring caught the light.

“Well,
you have a point there. I do rather love you.” Obi-Wan agreed
softly, purring quietly when Anakin rubbed at the swollen stomach
with a careful hands.

So has Obi-Wan and Anakin gotten married in Cat Cuddles?

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There
is one sentence that terrifies every person who has impregnated
someone and is staying with said person.

One
sentence that sends the fear through their system like nothing else.

“Am
I fat?”

Anakin
had truly wished that Obi-Wan would never ask that but his mate is a
proud and slightly vain feline and the question has Anakin freezing
in his seat as he stares at the pad of the new law proposal he’s
suppose to review for tomorrows Senate meeting.

Only
he is not seeing said proposal anymore.

Oh
no, he is not seeing that proposal at all because Obi-Wan has just
asked the most feared question Anakin had ever had aimed at him and
cautiously the blond peeked over the pad at his fiance as the
felinode rubs his curving belly with a pout on his face, tail
twitching.

They
had decided to put the actual ceremony off until the kittens were
born, Obi-Wan swelling in clothes size as each week passed and they
knew there was no way they would be able to get married before
Obi-Wan was a full five or six month into his pregnancy.

With
that knowledge they had scheduled their marriage sometime next year
which would give them ample time to plan the actual event, send out
invitations, get the catering set and so on and forth.

But
maybe Anakin won’t survive until the wedding because oh dear sweet
Force, Obi-Wan has asked the most fearsome question in the universe.

And
apparently Anakin was taking too long to answer, sinking in his no
longer comfortable recliner as he was, if Obi-Wan’s growing frown
was any indication as he stood in the bedroom doorway, dressed in a
half buttoned up shirt of Anakin’s that was… oh dear that really
did not fit him anymore.

Swallowing,
Anakin stood and dropped his pad on the small
table beside his recliner, standing to approach his lover with a
small smile. “No, no I don’t think you’re fat Obi-Wan.” He
said assuringly in a light tone as he pushed Obi-Wan’s hair out of
his face.

Obi-Wan’s
face instantly darkened, his brows furrowing as he stared at Anakin.

Yikes!
Wrong thing to say! Abort! Abort!

Taking
a quick, sharp breath, Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s stomach, touching
the warm skin with stretchmarks as he launched into a babble. “Okay,
look, you are bigger than
normally but
mate, Obi, sweetheart, you have babies
growing inside of you,” Feeling a sudden calm, Anakin dropped to
his knees, pressing a soft kiss to the taunt skin, knowing it was
going to get even taunter, with a loving smile on
his face.
“You have our children growing inside of you, of course things
aren’t going to fit you anymore my love.” He whispered, stroking
the skin and pushing the red shirt out of the way to nuzzle the skin
with his cheek before peering up at Obi-Wan.

Huffing,
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his face, his ears twitching as the top
of his cheeks over his beard was turning red. “But I can’t fit
into your shi-”

“We’ll
get you new ones,” Anakin assured, smiling up at him. “Pregnancy
clothes are a thing my love and once the babies are out, if you’re
a little bigger than before, that’s fine,” He kissed Obi-Wan’s
navel. “It just mean’s there’s more of you to love.” Anakin
beamed.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before softening, his tail settling around Anakin’s
shoulders. “You’re awful and I hate you.” He murmured without
any heat in his voice, stroking Anakin’s hair out of his face.

Humming
softly, Anakin pressed another kiss to the warm skin, smiling as he
thought of the three babies inside of his lover. “Oh I know, but
you love me anyway.” He said lightly as the sunstone of Obi-Wan’s
earring caught the light.

“Well,
you have a point there. I do rather love you.” Obi-Wan agreed
softly, purring quietly when Anakin rubbed at the swollen stomach
with a careful hands.

Old and Sweet was just like a ray of sunshine when I needed it. Thanks for making my day better. Hopefully you have more ideas for this fic? I’d love to see all the positive change in the Order and the havoc Asajj and Ben will get up to (maybe creche duty or something with archives?). Lots of love.

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Ignoring
the two glaring ‘younglings’ in the kitchenette, the elder Jedi
quietly spoke among themselves as they sipped at their teas and
waited for the small snacks that Anakin had offered to put together
as Asajj was needling him about not putting too much mayo on the
small sandwiches because it wasn’t on her master’s diet plan and
Anakin sniping back that the fat was good for Ben because it was
healthy fat since the mayo was made with peas instead of eggs and
therefor was clearly within his diet plan.

Ben
on
the other hand was
tiredly
blinking
at Yoda, having come from a nice
and deep
nap to spend some time with parts of the council and
socialize with someone that wasn’t just Obi-Wan or Anakin for once
without
the group he was with being too large for him to handle.

The
old goblin
continued pouring tea for the other man as the rest took the sips of
their own tea since Yoda and Ben were having their special
brand,
something about joint aid
and recommended by the healers for both.

Finally
Ben seemed to clear a bit as he lifted his now filled cup. “Do you
get ear hairs?” He asked in puzzlement as
he peered at Yoda.

Mace
promptly choked on his tea while Obi-Wan snorted his out his own nose
and
Adi just shook her head with some bemusement.

This
Ben either ignored or was oblivious to as Yoda peered at him, his
large ears twitching. “Yes, annoying it is. Have it you also do?”
He squinted at Ben.

Nodding,
Ben swallowed his tea. “It was fine enough on Tatooine, kept out
all that sand from
getting in my ear channels
but now its just annoying…” He mused, staring into his cup before
blinking at Yoda and smiling. “The droid who cut my hair trimmed it
though.”

Yoda
hummed, nodding in acknowledgment as the two lamented the cons of
being old. Old joints, failing erections, difficult toilet visit, slow digestions , swollen limbs and ear hairs.

Obi-Wan
was meanwhile groaning about hot tea having traveled through his nose
and was desperately trying to wipe the remains of it both off the
table and off his face.

By
the kitchenette, Anakin stood in horrified fascination with a tray of
approved snacks for Ben. “Of all the things I expected to hear,
this
was not one of them.” He managed to get out before wandering over
to the table and setting down the tray, Asajj
settling down a good amount of plates for the snacks to avoid getting
crumbs all over the floor.

“You
and me both Skywalker.” Mace rubbed a weary hand over his scalp,
staring into his cup while wishing it was something stronger.

The
dathomirian witch snorted loudly and settled down on her knees beside
Ben, leaning her arm over the others lap like a large, territorial
feline. “He’s old and soft, of course hairs come out of his
ears.” She huffed but quieted down when Ben affectionately stroked
her cheek, leaning more into Ben before fussily reaching for a plate
and pulling cut up fruit onto it that she put on the inside Ben’s
lap, closest to his stomach. “Eat.” Asajj sulked.

“Of
course padawan.” Ben answered happily, picking up one of the plum
halves she had taken for him and biting in happily while smiling at
everyone.

The
tatooine native shot Asajj a glare but sat down by Obi-Wan’s side,
sulking since there was no space left by Ben on the couch, especially
since Asajj had taken the floor.

This
of course had Obi-Wan sending his former padawan an amused glance.
“You can fill a plate for me if y-”

“Oh
go jump a gorge master.” Anakin huffed, an amused smile twitching
onto his lips to show he wasn’t really upset with the other man as
Anakin grabbed some juice for himself.

Shaking
her head, Adi instead gently engaged with Ben, picking up on their
last discussion on the philosophies of the Drall theory of water
being the birth of all life.

Asajj
meanwhile was reluctantly engaged in information exchange with Yoda
and Mace, telling the two what she did know about Dooku’s future
plans and the very little she knew of the Sith in the Senate.

She
was also engaged in a semi staring contest with Anakin.

Or
she was until Ben loudly speculated if he could use senior discount
at stores and then completing his musing in wondering if Obi-Wan
himself was old enough for senior citizen discounts and early bird
specials.

Both
promptly snorted drinks out their noses at that question while
Obi-Wan loudly lamented about becoming old but not that
old as Ben beamed happily at his younger self and Yoda cackled and
promised Ben to take him to Yoda’s favorite senior citizen hideout.

Old and Sweet was just like a ray of sunshine when I needed it. Thanks for making my day better. Hopefully you have more ideas for this fic? I’d love to see all the positive change in the Order and the havoc Asajj and Ben will get up to (maybe creche duty or something with archives?). Lots of love.

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Ignoring
the two glaring ‘younglings’ in the kitchenette, the elder Jedi
quietly spoke among themselves as they sipped at their teas and
waited for the small snacks that Anakin had offered to put together
as Asajj was needling him about not putting too much mayo on the
small sandwiches because it wasn’t on her master’s diet plan and
Anakin sniping back that the fat was good for Ben because it was
healthy fat since the mayo was made with peas instead of eggs and
therefor was clearly within his diet plan.

Ben
on
the other hand was
tiredly
blinking
at Yoda, having come from a nice
and deep
nap to spend some time with parts of the council and
socialize with someone that wasn’t just Obi-Wan or Anakin for once
without
the group he was with being too large for him to handle.

The
old goblin
continued pouring tea for the other man as the rest took the sips of
their own tea since Yoda and Ben were having their special
brand,
something about joint aid
and recommended by the healers for both.

Finally
Ben seemed to clear a bit as he lifted his now filled cup. “Do you
get ear hairs?” He asked in puzzlement as
he peered at Yoda.

Mace
promptly choked on his tea while Obi-Wan snorted his out his own nose
and
Adi just shook her head with some bemusement.

This
Ben either ignored or was oblivious to as Yoda peered at him, his
large ears twitching. “Yes, annoying it is. Have it you also do?”
He squinted at Ben.

Nodding,
Ben swallowed his tea. “It was fine enough on Tatooine, kept out
all that sand from
getting in my ear channels
but now its just annoying…” He mused, staring into his cup before
blinking at Yoda and smiling. “The droid who cut my hair trimmed it
though.”

Yoda
hummed, nodding in acknowledgment as the two lamented the cons of
being old. Old joints, failing erections, difficult toilet visit, slow digestions , swollen limbs and ear hairs.

Obi-Wan
was meanwhile groaning about hot tea having traveled through his nose
and was desperately trying to wipe the remains of it both off the
table and off his face.

By
the kitchenette, Anakin stood in horrified fascination with a tray of
approved snacks for Ben. “Of all the things I expected to hear,
this
was not one of them.” He managed to get out before wandering over
to the table and setting down the tray, Asajj
settling down a good amount of plates for the snacks to avoid getting
crumbs all over the floor.

“You
and me both Skywalker.” Mace rubbed a weary hand over his scalp,
staring into his cup while wishing it was something stronger.

The
dathomirian witch snorted loudly and settled down on her knees beside
Ben, leaning her arm over the others lap like a large, territorial
feline. “He’s old and soft, of course hairs come out of his
ears.” She huffed but quieted down when Ben affectionately stroked
her cheek, leaning more into Ben before fussily reaching for a plate
and pulling cut up fruit onto it that she put on the inside Ben’s
lap, closest to his stomach. “Eat.” Asajj sulked.

“Of
course padawan.” Ben answered happily, picking up one of the plum
halves she had taken for him and biting in happily while smiling at
everyone.

The
tatooine native shot Asajj a glare but sat down by Obi-Wan’s side,
sulking since there was no space left by Ben on the couch, especially
since Asajj had taken the floor.

This
of course had Obi-Wan sending his former padawan an amused glance.
“You can fill a plate for me if y-”

“Oh
go jump a gorge master.” Anakin huffed, an amused smile twitching
onto his lips to show he wasn’t really upset with the other man as
Anakin grabbed some juice for himself.

Shaking
her head, Adi instead gently engaged with Ben, picking up on their
last discussion on the philosophies of the Drall theory of water
being the birth of all life.

Asajj
meanwhile was reluctantly engaged in information exchange with Yoda
and Mace, telling the two what she did know about Dooku’s future
plans and the very little she knew of the Sith in the Senate.

She
was also engaged in a semi staring contest with Anakin.

Or
she was until Ben loudly speculated if he could use senior discount
at stores and then completing his musing in wondering if Obi-Wan
himself was old enough for senior citizen discounts and early bird
specials.

Both
promptly snorted drinks out their noses at that question while
Obi-Wan loudly lamented about becoming old but not that
old as Ben beamed happily at his younger self and Yoda cackled and
promised Ben to take him to Yoda’s favorite senior citizen hideout.