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Reaching the Sun: Can we see Obi-wan asking Mace for advice/his opinion on Qui-Gon, both now and in a flashback to their early days together?

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Pressing
the shiny cup into Obi-Wan’s hands, Mace breathed out deeply at the
others amused look. “Depa bought them for me as a birthday present.
She said she wanted to see the look on others faces when I served tea
in mermaid cups.” He stated dryly before sitting down on the pillow
by his caff table, settling comfortably with his feet tucked under
his rear.

Lifting
the cup up, Obi-Wan’s lips quirked with amusement as the
sun caught the iridescent blue to purple colors of the mermaid tail
shaped cups. “They do kind of clash with your rather severe
personality master.” He chuckled before blowing on the strong
Haruun tea and taking a small sip.

Snorting,
Mace picked up his own cup and sent the other a smirk. “That’s
why I drag them out when I need to debalance someone.” He teased
even as he mentally added to his sentence. ‘Or when I need someone
to laugh.’ He observed Obi-Wan over the rim of the rather
ridiculous
cup.

Which
Obi-Wan certainly did, he was looking a tad too pale and dark eyed
for Mace sake and Ahsoka had been by more than once along with Depa,
both bringing their concern to Mace.

It
was easy to see why when
Obi-Wan was clearly sleep deprived with his too pale face making his
freckles stand out, the dark bags under his eyes and his hair in the
messiest bun Mace had seen in a long time since Obi-Wan prided on
being immaculate in appearance as long as he could.

And
that was why Mace had invited the other to tea.

Honestly,
the way he was looking now reminded Mace of those early days when he
had guided Obi-Wan to these rooms years ago now.

()()()

“There
we go Kenobi… easy does it,” Mace rumbled, pressing the man down
on the kitchen chair before turning to pull out some of the leftovers
from dinner. “You’re not allergic to anything are you?” He
questioned, quickly throwing the pale skinned redhead a critical
look. Their
return from Naboo was a quiet one and Obi-Wan had quickly been lead
away to the new quarters by Mace as Qui-Gon was taken to the Halls
with young Skywalker.

Honestly
at this point Mace almost considered the young man a candidate for
the Halls with how pale he was.

Obi-Wan
looked up, blinking a bit before shrugging meekly.
“Hoi-broth.” He whispered quietly
as he was still seemingly gathering himself, dropping his eyes to the
table.

“Good
to know,” Mace muttered as he took out two bowls to heat the
leftover stew with some added grains and
then sliding
them into the warmer before turning and leaning on the counter to
observe his new padawan. “…I
know its not so good right now, especially
in that head of yours after what Qui-Gon did,
but we’re gonna make this work.” Mace stated softly, his heart
aching with sympathy as he wondered how Qui-Gon could have done this
towards
someone already so on edge clearly.

Obi-Wan
looked up from the table, blinking at him as Mace crossed the floor
in two steps, staring up at the Jedi master as Mace lifted his hand
to rub his hair and scalp.

Then
he closed his eyes, breathing out shakily while pressing into Mace
hand with
trembling lips.

“We’re
gonna make this work padawan.” Mace promised quietly as
Obi-Wan trembled beneath his hand and pale hands fisted into Mace
dark tunic in search of comfort.

()()()

“Qui-Gon
want’s to make up for what he did.” Obi-Wan’s voice broke
through Mace’s memory, firmly jerking him out of it as he focused
on the other as Obi-Wan stared into the mermaid cup.

He
didn’t say anything though and Mace brows furrowed. “And?” He
prompted carefully, shifting his foot under his ass to prevent it
from falling asleep as he had apparently set it a bit oddly when he
first sat down.

Huffing
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I don’t know,” He
confessed honestly. “I told him I’d think about it but I don’t
really…” He trailed off, looking towards Mace rather large window
to stare out at the skyline and skycars, ignoring
the wooden chime hanging from the top of the window.

Setting
his cup down delicately, Mace pursed his lips. “What do you want to
do?” He murmured sympathetically.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan set his own cup down and buried his face in his
hands. “I don’t know. I’ve tried not to think about him for
years and now he’s back and I just…” He shuddered a bit and
looked up when Mace touched his shoulder, eyes full of desperation.

“I
feel I should tell you that forgiving doesn’t have
to
mean forgetting what someone has done to you,” Mace murmured in a
soothing tone. “You don’t have to let him back into your life
even if he wants to say sorry, you could let him apologize and then
move on with your life because you have become a successful Jedi
Knight of great honors with your own padawan now, that is all on you
Obi-Wan. You have become great.” He murmured with a fond and proud
smile on his lips, a bit of pride in his chest for having been part
of the other’s journey to knighthood.

Blinking
a bit as
he stared at Mace, Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed slowly as he dropped
his eyes back down on his cup.

Then
he smiled slowly and nodded in understanding, picking up his cup and
sipping.

Settling
back on his pillow and twisting his left foot a bit, Mace picked up
his own cup to calmly sip too, relaxing at the sounds of his chimes
over them.

Reaching the Sun: Can we see Obi-wan asking Mace for advice/his opinion on Qui-Gon, both now and in a flashback to their early days together?

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Pressing
the shiny cup into Obi-Wan’s hands, Mace breathed out deeply at the
others amused look. “Depa bought them for me as a birthday present.
She said she wanted to see the look on others faces when I served tea
in mermaid cups.” He stated dryly before sitting down on the pillow
by his caff table, settling comfortably with his feet tucked under
his rear.

Lifting
the cup up, Obi-Wan’s lips quirked with amusement as the
sun caught the iridescent blue to purple colors of the mermaid tail
shaped cups. “They do kind of clash with your rather severe
personality master.” He chuckled before blowing on the strong
Haruun tea and taking a small sip.

Snorting,
Mace picked up his own cup and sent the other a smirk. “That’s
why I drag them out when I need to debalance someone.” He teased
even as he mentally added to his sentence. ‘Or when I need someone
to laugh.’ He observed Obi-Wan over the rim of the rather
ridiculous
cup.

Which
Obi-Wan certainly did, he was looking a tad too pale and dark eyed
for Mace sake and Ahsoka had been by more than once along with Depa,
both bringing their concern to Mace.

It
was easy to see why when
Obi-Wan was clearly sleep deprived with his too pale face making his
freckles stand out, the dark bags under his eyes and his hair in the
messiest bun Mace had seen in a long time since Obi-Wan prided on
being immaculate in appearance as long as he could.

And
that was why Mace had invited the other to tea.

Honestly,
the way he was looking now reminded Mace of those early days when he
had guided Obi-Wan to these rooms years ago now.

()()()

“There
we go Kenobi… easy does it,” Mace rumbled, pressing the man down
on the kitchen chair before turning to pull out some of the leftovers
from dinner. “You’re not allergic to anything are you?” He
questioned, quickly throwing the pale skinned redhead a critical
look. Their
return from Naboo was a quiet one and Obi-Wan had quickly been lead
away to the new quarters by Mace as Qui-Gon was taken to the Halls
with young Skywalker.

Honestly
at this point Mace almost considered the young man a candidate for
the Halls with how pale he was.

Obi-Wan
looked up, blinking a bit before shrugging meekly.
“Hoi-broth.” He whispered quietly
as he was still seemingly gathering himself, dropping his eyes to the
table.

“Good
to know,” Mace muttered as he took out two bowls to heat the
leftover stew with some added grains and
then sliding
them into the warmer before turning and leaning on the counter to
observe his new padawan. “…I
know its not so good right now, especially
in that head of yours after what Qui-Gon did,
but we’re gonna make this work.” Mace stated softly, his heart
aching with sympathy as he wondered how Qui-Gon could have done this
towards
someone already so on edge clearly.

Obi-Wan
looked up from the table, blinking at him as Mace crossed the floor
in two steps, staring up at the Jedi master as Mace lifted his hand
to rub his hair and scalp.

Then
he closed his eyes, breathing out shakily while pressing into Mace
hand with
trembling lips.

“We’re
gonna make this work padawan.” Mace promised quietly as
Obi-Wan trembled beneath his hand and pale hands fisted into Mace
dark tunic in search of comfort.

()()()

“Qui-Gon
want’s to make up for what he did.” Obi-Wan’s voice broke
through Mace’s memory, firmly jerking him out of it as he focused
on the other as Obi-Wan stared into the mermaid cup.

He
didn’t say anything though and Mace brows furrowed. “And?” He
prompted carefully, shifting his foot under his ass to prevent it
from falling asleep as he had apparently set it a bit oddly when he
first sat down.

Huffing
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I don’t know,” He
confessed honestly. “I told him I’d think about it but I don’t
really…” He trailed off, looking towards Mace rather large window
to stare out at the skyline and skycars, ignoring
the wooden chime hanging from the top of the window.

Setting
his cup down delicately, Mace pursed his lips. “What do you want to
do?” He murmured sympathetically.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan set his own cup down and buried his face in his
hands. “I don’t know. I’ve tried not to think about him for
years and now he’s back and I just…” He shuddered a bit and
looked up when Mace touched his shoulder, eyes full of desperation.

“I
feel I should tell you that forgiving doesn’t have
to
mean forgetting what someone has done to you,” Mace murmured in a
soothing tone. “You don’t have to let him back into your life
even if he wants to say sorry, you could let him apologize and then
move on with your life because you have become a successful Jedi
Knight of great honors with your own padawan now, that is all on you
Obi-Wan. You have become great.” He murmured with a fond and proud
smile on his lips, a bit of pride in his chest for having been part
of the other’s journey to knighthood.

Blinking
a bit as
he stared at Mace, Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed slowly as he dropped
his eyes back down on his cup.

Then
he smiled slowly and nodded in understanding, picking up his cup and
sipping.

Settling
back on his pillow and twisting his left foot a bit, Mace picked up
his own cup to calmly sip too, relaxing at the sounds of his chimes
over them.

Akinderuniverse: Little Ezra! Oh no get him some help Knight Caleb!

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Glancing
down at the sleeping boy, Caleb looked back up to Tabs. “So he’s
going to be alright?” He noted quietly.

Nodding,
Tabs adjusted the IV a bit before giving his focus back to the Jedi.
“The kid is going to be alright as long as we take proper
precaution and take
care
of him. He’s clearly not been taken care of in a long while
considering how malnourished and sick he is and considering the state
of Lothal, that’s not so shocking.” He sighed while rubbing the
back of his neck.

“It’s
that bad here?” Caleb questioned quietly, the bright lights of the
medbay having removed him from the outside. But he remembered the
broken buildings and skeletons he’d seen.

Tabs
breathed out heavily. “You have no idea General,” The troopers
never quite got out of the habit even now after the war though some
were better than others. “I imagine this little one might have been
left alone as no one wanted to get a target painted onto themselves
in
fear of their family security by
taking him in but he does show sign of proper nutrition at some point
so I imagine people tried feeding and caring for him when they could
when the CSI groups weren’t watching to closely.” He noted
quietly as he pulled the sheet more up around Ezra’s tiny body, the
large bed making him seem even smaller.

Hesitating,
leaning on the rails of the bed, Caleb rubbed his face. “I… did
notice there were a lot of broken buildings but… I didn’t…
wouldn’t they have needed the infrastructure to keep things going?”
Caleb asked quietly with a dark frown.

“I
imagine at first they were keeping things as normal as possible but
as the blockade progressed, supplies diminished and people were
getting desperate… well violence would have grown,” Tabs sighed
and shrugged before ruffling Ezra’s dark hair. “Hopefully this
little guy managed to stay out of most of it. “I didn’t find any
major evidence of abuse though he has bruises everywhere.” He
settled on.

Caleb
sat back on the stool, catching onto what Tabs wasn’t saying.

When
the Republic was finally breaching the blockade, a scorched earth
tactic was taken into practice from what the troopers could tell so
far and people were suffering for it, especially in the main cities
such as Capital city.

A
hand squeezed Caleb’s shoulder and he looked up into Tabs amber
eyes. “They’re going to recover sir, this isn’t our first
attempt at helping people, it won’t be the last and the kid is
going to become better with the temple’s aid.” The medic promised
quietly.

Letting
out a deep breath, Caleb nodded with a small smile and focused on the
kid. ‘I guess I’ll just focus on the mission I’m here for while
the clones do their mission. I wouldn’t want to cause any delays
after all.’ He mused to himself as he leaned back on the rails and
picked up a small hand.

The
troopers were more effective in their jobs without Jedi interference
and the Lothal population would really need it if a scorched earth
tactic had been used on the surface.

The
Arida would be leaving as soon as most of the cargo had been
offloaded though, heading back to Coruscant with a skeleton crew
while the rest of the ships stayed to help. ‘And you finally get to
see the temple Ezra, I’m
sorry we were so slow at fetching you, that we painted a target on
your back. I’ll make sure you get there now
though.’
Caleb promised, stroking the skinny little hand gently.

Small
fingers wrapped around his bigger ones and Caleb’s head snapped up
hard enough to give him whiplash as he meet lidded blue eyes.

He’d
seen the picture of Ezra but nothing could do justice to the color of
Ezra’s eyes even through the thin slits of his barely opened eyes.
Bluer than any sky or gem he had ever seen and deeper than any ocean
had the right to be set in a sun tanned, emaciated face with feverish
red cheeks.

Reaching
out slowly with his other hand, Caleb didn’t notice he was holding
his breath as he gently stroked Ezra’s hair out of his face.
“…Hello little one.” He greeted quietly, feeling a bond snap
into place with the consciousness of the other.

Ezra
didn’t answer verbally but his fingers tightened even more on
Caleb’s own before blue eyes shut tiredly.

“…I
think the kid is going to be just fine.” Tabs decided with a quiet
chuckle as Caleb continued stroking the dark hair.

Akinderuniverse: Little Ezra! Oh no get him some help Knight Caleb!

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Glancing
down at the sleeping boy, Caleb looked back up to Tabs. “So he’s
going to be alright?” He noted quietly.

Nodding,
Tabs adjusted the IV a bit before giving his focus back to the Jedi.
“The kid is going to be alright as long as we take proper
precaution and take
care
of him. He’s clearly not been taken care of in a long while
considering how malnourished and sick he is and considering the state
of Lothal, that’s not so shocking.” He sighed while rubbing the
back of his neck.

“It’s
that bad here?” Caleb questioned quietly, the bright lights of the
medbay having removed him from the outside. But he remembered the
broken buildings and skeletons he’d seen.

Tabs
breathed out heavily. “You have no idea General,” The troopers
never quite got out of the habit even now after the war though some
were better than others. “I imagine this little one might have been
left alone as no one wanted to get a target painted onto themselves
in
fear of their family security by
taking him in but he does show sign of proper nutrition at some point
so I imagine people tried feeding and caring for him when they could
when the CSI groups weren’t watching to closely.” He noted
quietly as he pulled the sheet more up around Ezra’s tiny body, the
large bed making him seem even smaller.

Hesitating,
leaning on the rails of the bed, Caleb rubbed his face. “I… did
notice there were a lot of broken buildings but… I didn’t…
wouldn’t they have needed the infrastructure to keep things going?”
Caleb asked quietly with a dark frown.

“I
imagine at first they were keeping things as normal as possible but
as the blockade progressed, supplies diminished and people were
getting desperate… well violence would have grown,” Tabs sighed
and shrugged before ruffling Ezra’s dark hair. “Hopefully this
little guy managed to stay out of most of it. “I didn’t find any
major evidence of abuse though he has bruises everywhere.” He
settled on.

Caleb
sat back on the stool, catching onto what Tabs wasn’t saying.

When
the Republic was finally breaching the blockade, a scorched earth
tactic was taken into practice from what the troopers could tell so
far and people were suffering for it, especially in the main cities
such as Capital city.

A
hand squeezed Caleb’s shoulder and he looked up into Tabs amber
eyes. “They’re going to recover sir, this isn’t our first
attempt at helping people, it won’t be the last and the kid is
going to become better with the temple’s aid.” The medic promised
quietly.

Letting
out a deep breath, Caleb nodded with a small smile and focused on the
kid. ‘I guess I’ll just focus on the mission I’m here for while
the clones do their mission. I wouldn’t want to cause any delays
after all.’ He mused to himself as he leaned back on the rails and
picked up a small hand.

The
troopers were more effective in their jobs without Jedi interference
and the Lothal population would really need it if a scorched earth
tactic had been used on the surface.

The
Arida would be leaving as soon as most of the cargo had been
offloaded though, heading back to Coruscant with a skeleton crew
while the rest of the ships stayed to help. ‘And you finally get to
see the temple Ezra, I’m
sorry we were so slow at fetching you, that we painted a target on
your back. I’ll make sure you get there now
though.’
Caleb promised, stroking the skinny little hand gently.

Small
fingers wrapped around his bigger ones and Caleb’s head snapped up
hard enough to give him whiplash as he meet lidded blue eyes.

He’d
seen the picture of Ezra but nothing could do justice to the color of
Ezra’s eyes even through the thin slits of his barely opened eyes.
Bluer than any sky or gem he had ever seen and deeper than any ocean
had the right to be set in a sun tanned, emaciated face with feverish
red cheeks.

Reaching
out slowly with his other hand, Caleb didn’t notice he was holding
his breath as he gently stroked Ezra’s hair out of his face.
“…Hello little one.” He greeted quietly, feeling a bond snap
into place with the consciousness of the other.

Ezra
didn’t answer verbally but his fingers tightened even more on
Caleb’s own before blue eyes shut tiredly.

“…I
think the kid is going to be just fine.” Tabs decided with a quiet
chuckle as Caleb continued stroking the dark hair.

Father Sheev – news of what the Jedi Council did starts to emerge (thanks to Palpatine) and the galactic news «somehow» finds out about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s marriage and how Palpatine always new and supported them. Palpatine and Anakin don’t even need to trash talk the Jedi, the news/gossip sites are doing it for them. And’s who’s going to take over the Order now that younglings have been spared?

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Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sent his father a wry smile as Anakin
slept in the single chair in the room. “So, how you feel
grandfather?” He teased lightly, trying to not feel as fuzzy and
tired as the pain medication was working. “Or should I call you
Emperor?” Obi-Wan chortled only to wince and place a hand on his
stomach as it protested. Though
he had managed to read a few news articles despite it all.

The
media was really blowing up all over the story, frothing at the mouth
about his and Anakin’s marriage, the tragedy of the ‘betrayal’
from the Jedi and all that nonsense though so far no one suspected a
single thing Obi-Wan had noted with satisfaction.

No
one suspected the Jedi were the ones betrayed with how the story was
being spun, especially with Obi-Wan going into stress labor thanks to
the attack.

Sheev
snorted but didn’t answer in
response,
his hand on the incubator not unlike Anakin’s had been earlier as
he stared down at the little ones. “…You almost died, I could
feel it all
the way to the Rotunda.”
He said sharply.

Smile
disappearing, Obi-Wan stared at his father before nodding with a
small sigh. “Anakin shared his strength, the medic in charge should
have just given me a c-cut,”
He muttered darkly and ignored the growl that escaped Sheev. “As
is, I survived
and I will recover as always with Anakin by my side, now, as for the
youn-”

Another
growl escaped Sheev at that though this one was annoyed as he moved
to sit down
at
Obi-Wan’s bedside. “I’ve sent them to memory wiping as I told
you,” He snapped out, glaring at Obi-Wan. “All the older ones.
The younger ones who won’t have memories of the Jedi Order will be
raised properly…” He grumbled a bit.

“And
then? I won’t let you make an army out of them,” Obi-Wan pursed
his lips. “I’m already quite aware of your Inquisitors thank you
very much an-”

“And
they will be some of the ones taking care of the young ones,” Sheev
huffed before sighing. “When you came pleading to me, I made sure
to get a few of the crechemaster’s in on my… ploy. They will care
for those to young.” He murmured in a serious tone before reaching
out and petting Obi-Wan’s cheek, his face the picture of concern.

Leaning
into his father’s hand, Obi-Wan breathed out. “…So what will
happen to them? Will they just… be there?” He frowned.

“Force
sensitive orphanage,” Sheev murmured. “The older ones… a few we
will sell the idea of being rescued from slavery rings while others
will be told the truth though with the lack of memories we can twist
it as we want it.” Sheev finished in a smug tone.

It
should trouble Obi-Wan, he knew that some of those younglings had
been happy with their masters… but that’s what they were,
younglings.

Younglings
who got to live thanks to Obi-Wan pleading with his father. Oh he
imagined his father would have a certain education program for those
former Jedi sprouts, hoping they would join what would be Sheev’s
army but he wouldn’t force them.

‘Though,’
Obi-Wan’s mind piped up. ‘Propaganda is a powerful tool… I’ll
just have to keep an eye on the entire thing, won’t I.’ He mused
to himself as he covered his father’s hand with his own, his eyes
flickering to Anakin.

In
the dim light of his room, he could see the flickering of the others
eyes and the little crack of blue that was his husbands eyes.

‘We’ll
both have to look after things.’

()()()

Its
been a blissful but also stressful five years and Obi-Wan picks up
his son with a small smile as he settles Luke in his lap.

Luke
was a sickly child, being on the smaller end and early born had left
the boy physically weak but with a strong, sunny personality that had
Obi-Wan glowing with happiness as his little blond prince looked
around curiously as Anakin chased after Leia.

Leia
on the other hand was both strong and decisive and if Obi-Wan had
ever harbored a doubt who would be on the throne after him… well
Leia was clearly Empress material and would make mock battles and
kingdoms with her dolls and quite a few of her brothers toys.

Sheev
was already taking her to strategy games, quietly murmuring to her
how to move her little ‘armies’ to smash the opposition and
telling her sternly that Luke needed looking after and she had to be
the one to do that once they were all gone, a doting grandparents who
spoiled both kids.

But
in this moment, dressed in their finest, they were suppose to be
getting a family picture taken though Leia was doing her best to
escape her father, her loud laugh mingling with Luke’s cheering as
she ducked under a table much to Obi-Wan’s amusement as Anakin
tried jumping over to catch the blue dressed girl.

‘And…’
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his stomach, his smile growing as Anakin
finally got his hands on the squirming copper haired girl to throw
her into the air with a laugh. ‘Soon we’ll be even more.’ He
chuckled quietly as he caught Luke looking down at his stomach too. A
big beam was directed up at him, Luke’s front left tooth missing.

“Brother.”
He said happily, also putting a small
hand
to Obi-Wan’s stomach and giggling when Obi-Wan made a shushing
motion and cuddled his boy to his chest as Leia and Anakin finally
joined them.

Yes,
soon they would be more.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t wait for it as he smiled for the droid taking their family
picture.

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Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sent his father a wry smile as Anakin
slept in the single chair in the room. “So, how you feel
grandfather?” He teased lightly, trying to not feel as fuzzy and
tired as the pain medication was working. “Or should I call you
Emperor?” Obi-Wan chortled only to wince and place a hand on his
stomach as it protested. Though
he had managed to read a few news articles despite it all.

The
media was really blowing up all over the story, frothing at the mouth
about his and Anakin’s marriage, the tragedy of the ‘betrayal’
from the Jedi and all that nonsense though so far no one suspected a
single thing Obi-Wan had noted with satisfaction.

No
one suspected the Jedi were the ones betrayed with how the story was
being spun, especially with Obi-Wan going into stress labor thanks to
the attack.

Sheev
snorted but didn’t answer in
response,
his hand on the incubator not unlike Anakin’s had been earlier as
he stared down at the little ones. “…You almost died, I could
feel it all
the way to the Rotunda.”
He said sharply.

Smile
disappearing, Obi-Wan stared at his father before nodding with a
small sigh. “Anakin shared his strength, the medic in charge should
have just given me a c-cut,”
He muttered darkly and ignored the growl that escaped Sheev. “As
is, I survived
and I will recover as always with Anakin by my side, now, as for the
youn-”

Another
growl escaped Sheev at that though this one was annoyed as he moved
to sit down
at
Obi-Wan’s bedside. “I’ve sent them to memory wiping as I told
you,” He snapped out, glaring at Obi-Wan. “All the older ones.
The younger ones who won’t have memories of the Jedi Order will be
raised properly…” He grumbled a bit.

“And
then? I won’t let you make an army out of them,” Obi-Wan pursed
his lips. “I’m already quite aware of your Inquisitors thank you
very much an-”

“And
they will be some of the ones taking care of the young ones,” Sheev
huffed before sighing. “When you came pleading to me, I made sure
to get a few of the crechemaster’s in on my… ploy. They will care
for those to young.” He murmured in a serious tone before reaching
out and petting Obi-Wan’s cheek, his face the picture of concern.

Leaning
into his father’s hand, Obi-Wan breathed out. “…So what will
happen to them? Will they just… be there?” He frowned.

“Force
sensitive orphanage,” Sheev murmured. “The older ones… a few we
will sell the idea of being rescued from slavery rings while others
will be told the truth though with the lack of memories we can twist
it as we want it.” Sheev finished in a smug tone.

It
should trouble Obi-Wan, he knew that some of those younglings had
been happy with their masters… but that’s what they were,
younglings.

Younglings
who got to live thanks to Obi-Wan pleading with his father. Oh he
imagined his father would have a certain education program for those
former Jedi sprouts, hoping they would join what would be Sheev’s
army but he wouldn’t force them.

‘Though,’
Obi-Wan’s mind piped up. ‘Propaganda is a powerful tool… I’ll
just have to keep an eye on the entire thing, won’t I.’ He mused
to himself as he covered his father’s hand with his own, his eyes
flickering to Anakin.

In
the dim light of his room, he could see the flickering of the others
eyes and the little crack of blue that was his husbands eyes.

‘We’ll
both have to look after things.’

()()()

Its
been a blissful but also stressful five years and Obi-Wan picks up
his son with a small smile as he settles Luke in his lap.

Luke
was a sickly child, being on the smaller end and early born had left
the boy physically weak but with a strong, sunny personality that had
Obi-Wan glowing with happiness as his little blond prince looked
around curiously as Anakin chased after Leia.

Leia
on the other hand was both strong and decisive and if Obi-Wan had
ever harbored a doubt who would be on the throne after him… well
Leia was clearly Empress material and would make mock battles and
kingdoms with her dolls and quite a few of her brothers toys.

Sheev
was already taking her to strategy games, quietly murmuring to her
how to move her little ‘armies’ to smash the opposition and
telling her sternly that Luke needed looking after and she had to be
the one to do that once they were all gone, a doting grandparents who
spoiled both kids.

But
in this moment, dressed in their finest, they were suppose to be
getting a family picture taken though Leia was doing her best to
escape her father, her loud laugh mingling with Luke’s cheering as
she ducked under a table much to Obi-Wan’s amusement as Anakin
tried jumping over to catch the blue dressed girl.

‘And…’
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his stomach, his smile growing as Anakin
finally got his hands on the squirming copper haired girl to throw
her into the air with a laugh. ‘Soon we’ll be even more.’ He
chuckled quietly as he caught Luke looking down at his stomach too. A
big beam was directed up at him, Luke’s front left tooth missing.

“Brother.”
He said happily, also putting a small
hand
to Obi-Wan’s stomach and giggling when Obi-Wan made a shushing
motion and cuddled his boy to his chest as Leia and Anakin finally
joined them.

Yes,
soon they would be more.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t wait for it as he smiled for the droid taking their family
picture.

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Ruffling
the copper colored hair while pressing the juice box into Obi-Wan’s
hands, Mace smirked down at the kids when Anakin lifted his own box
to signal he still had juice from when he arrived and
Obi-Wan had gotten them both one each.
“Next time, you’re getting your own juice box kid.” The council
master snarked before returning to the kitchen with Anakin watching
him with his wide eyes

Biting
his bottom lip with wide eyes, Anakin focused back on Obi-Wan who
grinned back as
he relaxed into the squishy couch.
“He really is wrapped up around your fingers just like the council
masters say. You
just had to mention you were thirsty and that you were empty for
juice.”
He beamed in awe, having
heard the gossip when he was with Qui-Gon earlier that day getting
tunics from the quartermasters and honestly, the blond had been dying
to ask about it all day.

Being
in the temple was nothing like what he expected and even two weeks
after being really accepted after the Naboo business he still wasn’t
used to everything, trying to adjust to being a padawan.

And
having Obi-Wan.

Shrugging,
sipping the cold juice with a small smile, Obi-Wan hummed. “A
little bit, he cares a lot about me and just wants me to be safe…
I’m still adjusting to being alive pretty much and he worries about
that.” Obi-Wan confessed softly.

That
had Anakin wiggling a bit, eyes wide. “So you really did die? I
mean I heard it a few times since I came to the temple, a lot of my
classmates ask about it actually since my master visits your master
for dinners and I get to come along so they want to know about you
because some think you came from a different temple and others say
its cause you died. That’s…
I don’t know what to make of that really.”
The recently ten year old babbled
a bit
with a small frown while
staring
at Obi-Wan.

Fiddling
a bit with the juice box, Obi-Wan nodded slowly.
“…I died in a mining cave after slavers got their hands on me
when
I was sent away from the temple.
Its… I still don’t understand it but I was kind of tied to the
living somehow?” He let out a low noise of both confusion and
resignation before shrugging while
settling his hands and the juice box in his lap.
“Pretty much I’m
the same as I was except its
the same spirit in a cloned young body because as a ghost I didn’t
grow, didn’t mature.” He finished up with.

That
had Anakin scrunching up his nose. “…Is
that why you helped me and mom?” He blinked at Obi-Wan, catching
onto the slavery part very
obviously.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan weighed his answers before shrugging a bit. “I helped you
because Master Qui-Gon can sometimes be an idiot and he’s the
adult. Adults are responsible for us, they take the decisions but we
have to live with them. We’re the ones that end up just as scarred
and traumatized and sad… so we have to trust them to take the right
choices.” He finished.

Unvoiced
was the ‘and I don’t trust most adults anymore to do that.’ in
Obi-Wan’s voice as he stared at Anakin.

It
occurred to Obi-Wan that Mace and Qui-Gon could most certainly hear
them too, considering the painful silence from the kitchen but it
didn’t exactly bother him as he could feel Mace gently reach out
and brush against Obi-Wan’s Force aura in a soothing motion.

If
there was one adult Obi-Wan did actually trust, it was his own master
as Mace tried
as long as he had the right information to act on. That was after all
why the padawan had informed his master about Anakin’s former
status and at the time, his mothers current one.

‘And
well I do also trust Depa,’ He mused to himself while taking a sip
of juice. ‘Master Plo isn’t so bad either and Che is decent for a
healer… and I guess I can give those who were young when I was
still alive the benefit of doubt for now…’ Obi-Wan continued
pondering as he drank.

Suddenly
Anakin pointed his finger at Obi-Wan, eyes wide as
the redhead blinked at him.
“You don’t trust Master Yoda.” He gasped.

Blinking,
still sipping at his juice, Obi-Wan cocked his head before
letting go of the straw.
“…Well no. He’s kind of the reason I got sent to Bandomeer, I
remember that much. Forgiving and forgetting the past are two
different things and people have to earn my trust. Master Mace earned
my trust, so did Master Depa.” He shrugged as if all of that should
be obvious but to be fair, Anakin didn’t have even half the facts.

Obi-Wan
did, he was quite aware that Yoda had sent him to Bandomeer in an
attempt to be Qui-Gon’s padawan.

And
thanks to the irresponsibility of adults he was suppose to trust his
life to and the unscrupulousness of others, Obi-Wan had become a
slave and died in pain though luckily those memories were rather
faint to Obi-Wan now.

Maybe
a Force blessing to try and shield him from the trauma of it.

“…Oh.”
Anakin blinked and finished off his juice quietly.

He
looked up however when Obi-Wan brushed his hand against Anakin’s,
the older boy smiling a bit at him. “Hey… I know things are still
kind of weird and maybe a bit scary but… if you need anything, you
got me to come to. I’ll try to help you out.” Obi-Wan tilted his
head, eyes glittering with warmth.

A
soft noise came from Anakin’s throat before he grinned. “Well, I
guess you need someone around to stop you from walking into walls so
I guess I can go to you and you can come to me.” He chirped.

Obi-Wan
pouted. “That happened one time!”

“Eight.”
Came Mace deep rumble from the kitchen, prompting Obi-Wan to whine
and their guests to chuckle and giggle respectively.

The
future was bright and open.

To
all of them.

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Ruffling
the copper colored hair while pressing the juice box into Obi-Wan’s
hands, Mace smirked down at the kids when Anakin lifted his own box
to signal he still had juice from when he arrived and
Obi-Wan had gotten them both one each.
“Next time, you’re getting your own juice box kid.” The council
master snarked before returning to the kitchen with Anakin watching
him with his wide eyes

Biting
his bottom lip with wide eyes, Anakin focused back on Obi-Wan who
grinned back as
he relaxed into the squishy couch.
“He really is wrapped up around your fingers just like the council
masters say. You
just had to mention you were thirsty and that you were empty for
juice.”
He beamed in awe, having
heard the gossip when he was with Qui-Gon earlier that day getting
tunics from the quartermasters and honestly, the blond had been dying
to ask about it all day.

Being
in the temple was nothing like what he expected and even two weeks
after being really accepted after the Naboo business he still wasn’t
used to everything, trying to adjust to being a padawan.

And
having Obi-Wan.

Shrugging,
sipping the cold juice with a small smile, Obi-Wan hummed. “A
little bit, he cares a lot about me and just wants me to be safe…
I’m still adjusting to being alive pretty much and he worries about
that.” Obi-Wan confessed softly.

That
had Anakin wiggling a bit, eyes wide. “So you really did die? I
mean I heard it a few times since I came to the temple, a lot of my
classmates ask about it actually since my master visits your master
for dinners and I get to come along so they want to know about you
because some think you came from a different temple and others say
its cause you died. That’s…
I don’t know what to make of that really.”
The recently ten year old babbled
a bit
with a small frown while
staring
at Obi-Wan.

Fiddling
a bit with the juice box, Obi-Wan nodded slowly.
“…I died in a mining cave after slavers got their hands on me
when
I was sent away from the temple.
Its… I still don’t understand it but I was kind of tied to the
living somehow?” He let out a low noise of both confusion and
resignation before shrugging while
settling his hands and the juice box in his lap.
“Pretty much I’m
the same as I was except its
the same spirit in a cloned young body because as a ghost I didn’t
grow, didn’t mature.” He finished up with.

That
had Anakin scrunching up his nose. “…Is
that why you helped me and mom?” He blinked at Obi-Wan, catching
onto the slavery part very
obviously.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan weighed his answers before shrugging a bit. “I helped you
because Master Qui-Gon can sometimes be an idiot and he’s the
adult. Adults are responsible for us, they take the decisions but we
have to live with them. We’re the ones that end up just as scarred
and traumatized and sad… so we have to trust them to take the right
choices.” He finished.

Unvoiced
was the ‘and I don’t trust most adults anymore to do that.’ in
Obi-Wan’s voice as he stared at Anakin.

It
occurred to Obi-Wan that Mace and Qui-Gon could most certainly hear
them too, considering the painful silence from the kitchen but it
didn’t exactly bother him as he could feel Mace gently reach out
and brush against Obi-Wan’s Force aura in a soothing motion.

If
there was one adult Obi-Wan did actually trust, it was his own master
as Mace tried
as long as he had the right information to act on. That was after all
why the padawan had informed his master about Anakin’s former
status and at the time, his mothers current one.

‘And
well I do also trust Depa,’ He mused to himself while taking a sip
of juice. ‘Master Plo isn’t so bad either and Che is decent for a
healer… and I guess I can give those who were young when I was
still alive the benefit of doubt for now…’ Obi-Wan continued
pondering as he drank.

Suddenly
Anakin pointed his finger at Obi-Wan, eyes wide as
the redhead blinked at him.
“You don’t trust Master Yoda.” He gasped.

Blinking,
still sipping at his juice, Obi-Wan cocked his head before
letting go of the straw.
“…Well no. He’s kind of the reason I got sent to Bandomeer, I
remember that much. Forgiving and forgetting the past are two
different things and people have to earn my trust. Master Mace earned
my trust, so did Master Depa.” He shrugged as if all of that should
be obvious but to be fair, Anakin didn’t have even half the facts.

Obi-Wan
did, he was quite aware that Yoda had sent him to Bandomeer in an
attempt to be Qui-Gon’s padawan.

And
thanks to the irresponsibility of adults he was suppose to trust his
life to and the unscrupulousness of others, Obi-Wan had become a
slave and died in pain though luckily those memories were rather
faint to Obi-Wan now.

Maybe
a Force blessing to try and shield him from the trauma of it.

“…Oh.”
Anakin blinked and finished off his juice quietly.

He
looked up however when Obi-Wan brushed his hand against Anakin’s,
the older boy smiling a bit at him. “Hey… I know things are still
kind of weird and maybe a bit scary but… if you need anything, you
got me to come to. I’ll try to help you out.” Obi-Wan tilted his
head, eyes glittering with warmth.

A
soft noise came from Anakin’s throat before he grinned. “Well, I
guess you need someone around to stop you from walking into walls so
I guess I can go to you and you can come to me.” He chirped.

Obi-Wan
pouted. “That happened one time!”

“Eight.”
Came Mace deep rumble from the kitchen, prompting Obi-Wan to whine
and their guests to chuckle and giggle respectively.

The
future was bright and open.

To
all of them.

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It
was nice to have so many being happy to see him but Obi-Wan was
grateful that they had stuck for the most part to just waving and
well wishes and let his mate take Obi-Wan out of the temple to Dex
despite
how antsy some of them smelled and the protective expressions that
the alphas clearly didn’t think he noticed.

But
he ignored that in favor of his mates and their destination.

Because
Obi-Wan was actually ravenous.

The
false heat he had undergone with the added pain of having a
withdrawal at the same time had really messed with his brain
chemistry and body and now he was just so hungry even though it
wasn’t that long since they had breakfast.

‘Anakin
and the others are going to be happy to hear I’m that hungry
honestly.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself as he slid forward enough to
wrap his arm around Padme’s waist, following her into the skycar as
Anakin took the driver seat.

She
preened happily and nuzzled against him, smiling happily as she
rested a hand on his knee, rubbing
lightly while cooing at him.

“You’re
going to try to spoil me rotten, aren’t you?” He noted in an
embarrassed tone. He had seen the type of clothes and the things she
sent Anakin when they were in the temple or out on missions after all
and Anakin’s clothes gifted to him from Padme were certainly of a
fine
make.

Not
to mention the fancy chocolates and other food gifts Anakin received.

“Try?”
Anakin laughed in the front. “Oh we’re both going to spoil you
raw Obi-Wan, you have no idea. After all this time, finding out you
were suppose to be with us, knowing you were alone? Yeah you prepare
yourself to be spoiled until the quarters are full.” Anakin shot
them both a grin over his shoulder before focusing back on the sky in
front.

Flushing
deeply as Padme pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, Obi-Wan peeked at
her. “As Ani says dear Obi, we have a lot of time to make up for
and you can’t stop us.” She tapped him cutely on the nose.

Flustering
until he resembled a beet, Obi-Wan hid his face in her neck, nuzzling
at her scent gland as he whined quietly. “Oh dear.” Was all he
settled on saying because their tones were making it abundantly clear
that they would not be discouraged. ‘Maybe in a week or two, at
least get them to calm down… I have everything as long as I have
them really.’

Deep
down however he had a feeling that Padme and Anakin was not so easy
to discourage from a task they set themselves.

And
if Obi-Wan was honest, he wasn’t actually sure he wanted to.

The
idea of having the two formidable alpha’s attention devoted to him
was a bit terrifying yes but it was also exhilarating and… and they
were mates.

His
mates.

Wasn’t
he due some comfort for all the things that had gone wrong until now?

Due
the chance to return the favor and hold them close to his own body,
to lavish attention on them and try to return the favor of gifts if
there was anything he could give them?

He
wanted to try at least, to
give them as much of himself as he could manage.

They
were all due some comfort and if you asked his alphas, Obi-Wan
especially was owed it thanks to being alone. Not that Obi-Wan
actually disagreed but he felt like they were all owed it and if he
had anything to do with it, he’d try to give them as much as they
gave him.

Obviously
Obi-Wan wasn’t the only one who thought they were owed some comfort
considering the outright feast Dex whipped up for them and wouldn’t
hear a word of payment, insisting it was on the house as he placed
tea in front of Obi-Wan.

“Forgive
an old man but its good to see you eating again Kenobi!” He barked
happily, patting one of his four arms on Obi-Wan’s back and letting
it linger as for a moment the besalisk turned serious as he stared at
his human friend. “Really Obi-Wan, you were starting to rather
scare me. So its on the house!” He marched away before Obi-Wan
could reply.

Blinking
after him, Obi-Wan slowly looked at his two mates in
bewilderment.

Padme
smiled softly at him. “I can see why you two like him so much, he’s
quite kind.” She murmured while taking a coral fry and nibbling,
pulling her own tea closer to her as Anakin beamed happily.

“Obi-Wan
always gets a bear hug from him.” Anakin confided brightly, arm
tucked around Obi-Wan’s waist as he was sitting beside Obi-Wan with
Padme in front of them as she played footsie under the table, most
likely with both of them Obi-Wan would wager.

‘…Well,
best not let the food go to waste.’ Obi-Wan settled on and pulled a
fresh plate over to himself, smiling slightly when both alphas smiled
approvingly at him.

I love your Break a barrier. But; what happens now that Obi-wan’s false heat is over?You know Anakin and Padme are still going to be in serious protection mode; but is Obi-wan able to think more on his own or is he still dependent on them. And what do the other Jedi think about one of their own being attacked like this. Are they up in arms too? Have they started to suspect Palpatine yet?

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It
was nice to have so many being happy to see him but Obi-Wan was
grateful that they had stuck for the most part to just waving and
well wishes and let his mate take Obi-Wan out of the temple to Dex
despite
how antsy some of them smelled and the protective expressions that
the alphas clearly didn’t think he noticed.

But
he ignored that in favor of his mates and their destination.

Because
Obi-Wan was actually ravenous.

The
false heat he had undergone with the added pain of having a
withdrawal at the same time had really messed with his brain
chemistry and body and now he was just so hungry even though it
wasn’t that long since they had breakfast.

‘Anakin
and the others are going to be happy to hear I’m that hungry
honestly.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself as he slid forward enough to
wrap his arm around Padme’s waist, following her into the skycar as
Anakin took the driver seat.

She
preened happily and nuzzled against him, smiling happily as she
rested a hand on his knee, rubbing
lightly while cooing at him.

“You’re
going to try to spoil me rotten, aren’t you?” He noted in an
embarrassed tone. He had seen the type of clothes and the things she
sent Anakin when they were in the temple or out on missions after all
and Anakin’s clothes gifted to him from Padme were certainly of a
fine
make.

Not
to mention the fancy chocolates and other food gifts Anakin received.

“Try?”
Anakin laughed in the front. “Oh we’re both going to spoil you
raw Obi-Wan, you have no idea. After all this time, finding out you
were suppose to be with us, knowing you were alone? Yeah you prepare
yourself to be spoiled until the quarters are full.” Anakin shot
them both a grin over his shoulder before focusing back on the sky in
front.

Flushing
deeply as Padme pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, Obi-Wan peeked at
her. “As Ani says dear Obi, we have a lot of time to make up for
and you can’t stop us.” She tapped him cutely on the nose.

Flustering
until he resembled a beet, Obi-Wan hid his face in her neck, nuzzling
at her scent gland as he whined quietly. “Oh dear.” Was all he
settled on saying because their tones were making it abundantly clear
that they would not be discouraged. ‘Maybe in a week or two, at
least get them to calm down… I have everything as long as I have
them really.’

Deep
down however he had a feeling that Padme and Anakin was not so easy
to discourage from a task they set themselves.

And
if Obi-Wan was honest, he wasn’t actually sure he wanted to.

The
idea of having the two formidable alpha’s attention devoted to him
was a bit terrifying yes but it was also exhilarating and… and they
were mates.

His
mates.

Wasn’t
he due some comfort for all the things that had gone wrong until now?

Due
the chance to return the favor and hold them close to his own body,
to lavish attention on them and try to return the favor of gifts if
there was anything he could give them?

He
wanted to try at least, to
give them as much of himself as he could manage.

They
were all due some comfort and if you asked his alphas, Obi-Wan
especially was owed it thanks to being alone. Not that Obi-Wan
actually disagreed but he felt like they were all owed it and if he
had anything to do with it, he’d try to give them as much as they
gave him.

Obviously
Obi-Wan wasn’t the only one who thought they were owed some comfort
considering the outright feast Dex whipped up for them and wouldn’t
hear a word of payment, insisting it was on the house as he placed
tea in front of Obi-Wan.

“Forgive
an old man but its good to see you eating again Kenobi!” He barked
happily, patting one of his four arms on Obi-Wan’s back and letting
it linger as for a moment the besalisk turned serious as he stared at
his human friend. “Really Obi-Wan, you were starting to rather
scare me. So its on the house!” He marched away before Obi-Wan
could reply.

Blinking
after him, Obi-Wan slowly looked at his two mates in
bewilderment.

Padme
smiled softly at him. “I can see why you two like him so much, he’s
quite kind.” She murmured while taking a coral fry and nibbling,
pulling her own tea closer to her as Anakin beamed happily.

“Obi-Wan
always gets a bear hug from him.” Anakin confided brightly, arm
tucked around Obi-Wan’s waist as he was sitting beside Obi-Wan with
Padme in front of them as she played footsie under the table, most
likely with both of them Obi-Wan would wager.

‘…Well,
best not let the food go to waste.’ Obi-Wan settled on and pulled a
fresh plate over to himself, smiling slightly when both alphas smiled
approvingly at him.