More of our collar please? Featuring protective clones?
You asked for some protective clones? Have some clones with Obi-Wan contemplating lol!
fluff
More of our collar please? Featuring protective clones?
You asked for some protective clones? Have some clones with Obi-Wan contemplating lol!
Poor Cody in HoarderSeer! (Didn’t stop me from laughing though).
Admittedly
he felt a bit better after spending time with Obi-Wan, the two curled
up on the couch for a few hours had done wonders and it had been nice
to go over the storage of baby clothes that the Jedi had apparently
been stocking up on.
Obi-Wan
had sheepishly and a bit embarrassed
admitted that he thought it was for the troopers, having started
weeks ago to start a storage and Cody could see how the other would
believe that considering Boil was well into his pregnancy.
And
Obi-Wan had packaged up a present for the man that Cody was to give
over to the man.
But
the trip back gave him time to panic a bit too because holy Force
gods, four babies!?
How
were they suppose to… that was just not…
Just
wow.
And
then there was the whole thing with males being a bit more fragile in
the condition they were in when pregnant, all of the 212th
had read up on that for Boil’s sake and they were gently
encouraging him to take it easy and so far it seemed to have been
working.
Boil
was of course reluctant but he was slowing down enough to not put
undue stress on his body, finding alternative exercise compared to
the heavy duty the vode usually had.
And
that was with one
baby.
Obi-Wan
had four in him!
Stomping
into
the barracks and making his way for the rec rooms,
Cody first threw a package at Waxer when
he saw him as
he didn’t want to hit Boil with it in
his condition
and then he continued forward to the hidden wall slot that command
officially did not know about and therefor did not have to report as
a few vode started to clue in on Cody’s slightly to pale skin and
his scrunched up facial expression.
“Um,
Code’s?” Rex paused the game between himself and Wolffe, frowning
at the commander as Cody dug around the wall slot.
Then
he yelped and rushed around the table as Cody dragged out a bottle of
home brewed rotgut and started chugging directly from the bottle,
tilting his head back as he drank. Cody only raised his his hand and
held Rex back as the blond tried to grab the bottle from him and only
stopped after having the fill of alcohol he wanted because damn it,
that shot of Obi-Wan’s whiskey had not been enough.
This
time when
the blond lunged for the booze, Cody
let Rex snatch the bottle from him as he wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand and gave a large burp.
“Okay,
I was curious when I heard General Kenobi summoned you, now I’m
actually worried,” Wolffe smirked at him, the actual concern buried
beneath his usual sarcasm. “So, what’s up, Ventress come and fuck
up the temple or something? Leave her panties in your General’s
room? Or another fan?” He teased.
Snorting
heavily, glancing over to see a delighted Waxer holding up one of the
onesies
and
other clothes Obi-Wan had said was for Boil and him, Cody huffed a
bit. “No… did ya all know quadruplets were a thing?” He rasped
out, his rather refined sense of speech dissolving with the alcohol.
Rex
paused, having been putting the alcohol back and was about to lock
down the wall slot as he gave Cody his full, confused attention.
“Well I’ve heard of it? But what does tha-oh no.” Rex paled, a
niggling suspicion starting at back of his head.
“What
are you blathering about Cod’ika?” Wolffe frowned as members from
the 212th,
the 501st
and the Wolfpack watched them since
they had been in the rec room Cody had stomped into.
Pausing
a bit, it occurred to Cody that outside of Rex and the 212th,
not a lot of vode actually knew he was sleeping with Obi-Wan, that
the two regularly shared a bed and were intimate and loved each
other.
‘Well,
cats gonna come out of the bag now.’ Cody snorted to himself as he
watched Rex take a few hurried sips of the rotgut as he clearly got
the implication. “What I’m blathering about as you say is that I
knocked up General Obi-Wan Kenobi with quadruplets and
we’re about to have our all little team of troopers.” Cody rubbed
a hand over his hair, stumbling over to the couch and flopping down
beside Killer.
Vod
in question was staring at him, mouth open and a mealbar held inches
from his lips. “…Daaaamn Commander, when you go to work, you go
to work.”
Someone, Waxer he thought, got out.
Cody
just grunted, listening as the fireworks went of in the barracks, all
of them talking quite loudly as Cody rested his head against the back
of the couch with his eyes closing as he tried to just absorb the
fact that Obi-Wan had four little lives inside of him.
“General’s
gonna be huge
with a whole traat’aliit in him.” Someone whispered and that was
it, Cody broke down, laughing hysterically as
he thought of the squad in Obi-Wan that he put there.
Poor Cody in HoarderSeer! (Didn’t stop me from laughing though).
Admittedly
he felt a bit better after spending time with Obi-Wan, the two curled
up on the couch for a few hours had done wonders and it had been nice
to go over the storage of baby clothes that the Jedi had apparently
been stocking up on.
Obi-Wan
had sheepishly and a bit embarrassed
admitted that he thought it was for the troopers, having started
weeks ago to start a storage and Cody could see how the other would
believe that considering Boil was well into his pregnancy.
And
Obi-Wan had packaged up a present for the man that Cody was to give
over to the man.
But
the trip back gave him time to panic a bit too because holy Force
gods, four babies!?
How
were they suppose to… that was just not…
Just
wow.
And
then there was the whole thing with males being a bit more fragile in
the condition they were in when pregnant, all of the 212th
had read up on that for Boil’s sake and they were gently
encouraging him to take it easy and so far it seemed to have been
working.
Boil
was of course reluctant but he was slowing down enough to not put
undue stress on his body, finding alternative exercise compared to
the heavy duty the vode usually had.
And
that was with one
baby.
Obi-Wan
had four in him!
Stomping
into
the barracks and making his way for the rec rooms,
Cody first threw a package at Waxer when
he saw him as
he didn’t want to hit Boil with it in
his condition
and then he continued forward to the hidden wall slot that command
officially did not know about and therefor did not have to report as
a few vode started to clue in on Cody’s slightly to pale skin and
his scrunched up facial expression.
“Um,
Code’s?” Rex paused the game between himself and Wolffe, frowning
at the commander as Cody dug around the wall slot.
Then
he yelped and rushed around the table as Cody dragged out a bottle of
home brewed rotgut and started chugging directly from the bottle,
tilting his head back as he drank. Cody only raised his his hand and
held Rex back as the blond tried to grab the bottle from him and only
stopped after having the fill of alcohol he wanted because damn it,
that shot of Obi-Wan’s whiskey had not been enough.
This
time when
the blond lunged for the booze, Cody
let Rex snatch the bottle from him as he wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand and gave a large burp.
“Okay,
I was curious when I heard General Kenobi summoned you, now I’m
actually worried,” Wolffe smirked at him, the actual concern buried
beneath his usual sarcasm. “So, what’s up, Ventress come and fuck
up the temple or something? Leave her panties in your General’s
room? Or another fan?” He teased.
Snorting
heavily, glancing over to see a delighted Waxer holding up one of the
onesies
and
other clothes Obi-Wan had said was for Boil and him, Cody huffed a
bit. “No… did ya all know quadruplets were a thing?” He rasped
out, his rather refined sense of speech dissolving with the alcohol.
Rex
paused, having been putting the alcohol back and was about to lock
down the wall slot as he gave Cody his full, confused attention.
“Well I’ve heard of it? But what does tha-oh no.” Rex paled, a
niggling suspicion starting at back of his head.
“What
are you blathering about Cod’ika?” Wolffe frowned as members from
the 212th,
the 501st
and the Wolfpack watched them since
they had been in the rec room Cody had stomped into.
Pausing
a bit, it occurred to Cody that outside of Rex and the 212th,
not a lot of vode actually knew he was sleeping with Obi-Wan, that
the two regularly shared a bed and were intimate and loved each
other.
‘Well,
cats gonna come out of the bag now.’ Cody snorted to himself as he
watched Rex take a few hurried sips of the rotgut as he clearly got
the implication. “What I’m blathering about as you say is that I
knocked up General Obi-Wan Kenobi with quadruplets and
we’re about to have our all little team of troopers.” Cody rubbed
a hand over his hair, stumbling over to the couch and flopping down
beside Killer.
Vod
in question was staring at him, mouth open and a mealbar held inches
from his lips. “…Daaaamn Commander, when you go to work, you go
to work.”
Someone, Waxer he thought, got out.
Cody
just grunted, listening as the fireworks went of in the barracks, all
of them talking quite loudly as Cody rested his head against the back
of the couch with his eyes closing as he tried to just absorb the
fact that Obi-Wan had four little lives inside of him.
“General’s
gonna be huge
with a whole traat’aliit in him.” Someone whispered and that was
it, Cody broke down, laughing hysterically as
he thought of the squad in Obi-Wan that he put there.
In the last installment of #BurnedBlind something was brewing between Obi-Wan and Cody, but also in the Senate. Can we get an update on that? Loving your fics, they’re always an amazing pick-me-up even during the dreariest workdays :)
Stroking
slowly and steadily with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled softly to
himself as he scratched slightly with his nails which got him a
pleased hum from the one resting his head in his lap.
Around
him the quiet murmur of conversation and wind pulling on sand was
filling the air along with the noise of crackling fire that he could
feel against his skin. It was a pleasant feeling, the warmth against
his bared skin which kept them shielded from the cold desert air.
Laughing
faintly when a whine reached his ears, Obi-Wan focused back on the
task at his fingertips.
His
Commander resting his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, getting his scalp
rubbed and scratched slowly as if he was a large feline.
Obi-Wan
still wasn’t quite sure about a relationship with the man but…
This
was good, he liked this, sitting with Cody’s head in his lap while
rubbing the short hair.
It
also made him long for the days he had visions, wondering what kind
of expression the other was sporting though he could faintly still
pull up his memories of Cody’s face in his mind.
He
wondered if he’d forget and that sent a shiver of fear down his
spine, causing him once more to pause though this time Cody didn’t
whine and Obi-Wan could feel the others eyes on him, feel the concern
in the Force.
Cody
wasn’t the only trooper concerned but he was the closest one and
the most.
Slowly,
Obi-Wan pulled his fingers from the others scalp and slid them down
over Cody’s
forehead, using his fingertips to trace, over the forehead, temples,
the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, ghosting along the jawbones,
hesitating ever so slightly over the lips before tracing the cupid
bow and down and then the strong chin.
“…General?”
Cody whispered, his breath washing over Obi-Wan’s fingers, the
question there but unvoiced.
Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan rested his hands along the others jaw, feeling
stiff stubble which indicated that Cody needed a shave. “…I keep
thinking I’m going to forget how you look.” He confessed quietly.
The
Force pinged with sadness but Obi-Wan didn’t turn from it, accepted
that this was his life in darkness and with it came the possibility
of loss of how others looked. He felt Cody settle his hands on
Obi-Wan’s, felt the warmth and calluses of the others dry hands.
“…I
know that I already lost definition of color,” Obi-Wan confessed.
“Or I’m rather sure that I no longer remember them correctly, the
shades from blue to purple to red and so on. And that I can’t get
back regardless but…” He ran his thumb over Cody’s chin. “My
fingers can still see this if I try and maybe that means I won’t
lose it all… I won’t lose how you look.” Obi-Wan breathed out
shakily.
Cody
laid utterly still before shifting up, the Jedi’s hands falling
from his skin but before Obi-Wan could mourn them, Cody was back, his
lips chastely touching Obi-Wan’s.
Without
sight the kiss felt more intense to Obi-Wan than any kiss before had
ever been, the warmth of Cody, the smell of musk and sweat, the
slightly tart taste that came from the commander eating one of the
local fruits, warm hands holding his…
He
only pulled back when he heard the loud whistles and laughs of the
others, blinking in surprise as Cody’s Force aura turned chagrined.
“…Forgive
me for being forward bu-”Cody started only for his smiling Jedi to
break him off.
“Shut
up and kiss me again.” Obi-Wan breathed out under the wolf whistles
of their troopers, smiling into the kiss as he responded tenderly.
‘Force,
I don’t care what’s going on in the damn Senate as long as Cody
stays with me, stays like this. You beautiful man.’ Obi-Wan wrapped
his arms around Cody’s neck and drew him closer.
In the last installment of #BurnedBlind something was brewing between Obi-Wan and Cody, but also in the Senate. Can we get an update on that? Loving your fics, they’re always an amazing pick-me-up even during the dreariest workdays :)
Stroking
slowly and steadily with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled softly to
himself as he scratched slightly with his nails which got him a
pleased hum from the one resting his head in his lap.
Around
him the quiet murmur of conversation and wind pulling on sand was
filling the air along with the noise of crackling fire that he could
feel against his skin. It was a pleasant feeling, the warmth against
his bared skin which kept them shielded from the cold desert air.
Laughing
faintly when a whine reached his ears, Obi-Wan focused back on the
task at his fingertips.
His
Commander resting his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, getting his scalp
rubbed and scratched slowly as if he was a large feline.
Obi-Wan
still wasn’t quite sure about a relationship with the man but…
This
was good, he liked this, sitting with Cody’s head in his lap while
rubbing the short hair.
It
also made him long for the days he had visions, wondering what kind
of expression the other was sporting though he could faintly still
pull up his memories of Cody’s face in his mind.
He
wondered if he’d forget and that sent a shiver of fear down his
spine, causing him once more to pause though this time Cody didn’t
whine and Obi-Wan could feel the others eyes on him, feel the concern
in the Force.
Cody
wasn’t the only trooper concerned but he was the closest one and
the most.
Slowly,
Obi-Wan pulled his fingers from the others scalp and slid them down
over Cody’s
forehead, using his fingertips to trace, over the forehead, temples,
the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, ghosting along the jawbones,
hesitating ever so slightly over the lips before tracing the cupid
bow and down and then the strong chin.
“…General?”
Cody whispered, his breath washing over Obi-Wan’s fingers, the
question there but unvoiced.
Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan rested his hands along the others jaw, feeling
stiff stubble which indicated that Cody needed a shave. “…I keep
thinking I’m going to forget how you look.” He confessed quietly.
The
Force pinged with sadness but Obi-Wan didn’t turn from it, accepted
that this was his life in darkness and with it came the possibility
of loss of how others looked. He felt Cody settle his hands on
Obi-Wan’s, felt the warmth and calluses of the others dry hands.
“…I
know that I already lost definition of color,” Obi-Wan confessed.
“Or I’m rather sure that I no longer remember them correctly, the
shades from blue to purple to red and so on. And that I can’t get
back regardless but…” He ran his thumb over Cody’s chin. “My
fingers can still see this if I try and maybe that means I won’t
lose it all… I won’t lose how you look.” Obi-Wan breathed out
shakily.
Cody
laid utterly still before shifting up, the Jedi’s hands falling
from his skin but before Obi-Wan could mourn them, Cody was back, his
lips chastely touching Obi-Wan’s.
Without
sight the kiss felt more intense to Obi-Wan than any kiss before had
ever been, the warmth of Cody, the smell of musk and sweat, the
slightly tart taste that came from the commander eating one of the
local fruits, warm hands holding his…
He
only pulled back when he heard the loud whistles and laughs of the
others, blinking in surprise as Cody’s Force aura turned chagrined.
“…Forgive
me for being forward bu-”Cody started only for his smiling Jedi to
break him off.
“Shut
up and kiss me again.” Obi-Wan breathed out under the wolf whistles
of their troopers, smiling into the kiss as he responded tenderly.
‘Force,
I don’t care what’s going on in the damn Senate as long as Cody
stays with me, stays like this. You beautiful man.’ Obi-Wan wrapped
his arms around Cody’s neck and drew him closer.
For safetydelayed, poor Obi-wan. I would love to see him begin to open up more. Either like more healing sessions. Or talking to Qui-Gon more. I would also love it if something that is said makes Qui-Gon completely lose his temper and make him do something he regrets (especially toward Shkma’s face or something equally breakable.)
He’s
suppose to be calm.
Qui-Gon
is Obi-Wan’s representative in this case, as his new master and
guardian, Qui-Gon is suppose to handle being present to watch the
proceeding and judgment.
But
Obi-Wan’s quiet voice enters his head, his down turned face as he
furiously twists his hands into the hem of his tunic.
The
quiet words ringing in Qui-Gon’s ears in this moment as Shkma turns
and smirks
of all things at him.
‘He
wanted to punish me… he said if I wouldn’t learn from scars… he
had a new way to teach me to be obedient…’
No
one gets a warning.
Qui-Gon
may be getting older but he’s a Jedi and his genre of sub-human are
long lived. He jumps out of his chair and lunges
across the floor as fast as he can humanly go, cocking back his fist
and slamming his hand into the soft flesh of Shkma’s face.
He
can feel something give in his hand but more than that he can hear
the others nose break and it makes him viciously happy because he
knows that this man has broken Obi-Wan’s nose many times, has done
so much worse.
He’s
viciously happy as the man hits the floor despite the Sentinels
suddenly standing between Qui-Gon
and the downed man.
Not
that it matters, Qui-Gon did what he wanted and he’s not trying to
attack anymore.
He
wiped that smirk of the former Jedi’s face.
()()()
Looking
up when he heard the door open, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to greet his
master only to jump to his feet from the armchair when he saw the
others arm wrapped in bandages. “Master!” He yelped, rushing
around the couch to nervously flutter in front of him as Qui-Gon
removed his boots first.
Then
Qui-Gon reached out and pulled Obi-Wan to his chest, wrapping him in
a gentle hug, the bandaged hand brushing Obi-Wan’s neck.
Blinking,
Obi-Wan fisted his hands into the others tunic.
All
day he had been feeling odd, since Qui-Gon left for the court session
with Shkma, feeling guilty about the other wasting an entire day just
representing Obi-Wan but… he couldn’t
see Shkma again. The very thought brought ice to his stomach.
And
then there had been a moment when the fledgling bond between he and
Qui-Gon had sprung open for a second, furious rage feeding into it
for a moment, which had honestly scared the hell out of Obi-Wan only
for the bond to close with smug satisfaction before Obi-Wan could
even begin to parse out what was going on.
He
had… focused on his studies after that, sitting quietly with Bant
and Reeft while working on homework.
Finally
Qui-Gon sighed deeply. “So… I did something stupid today and I
would severely point out to you that violence is not the way to deal
with thing commonly.” He started with slowly while holding Obi-Wan
still.
“…Is
this about the court session? I felt your anger spike.” Obi-Wan
whispered.
There
was a deep, tired rumble. “I apologize for that… but yes… I
punched Olliander Shkma so hard his nose broke.” There was
something smug in Qui-Gon’s tone.
Blinking
in shock against the others chest, Obi-Wan tightened his grasp on
Qui-Gon’s tunic. “…Why?” He
whispered.
There
was another deep sigh and Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon rest his cheek on
Obi-Wan’s head. “Because for everything he did against you… he
deserved it,” Obi-Wan could hear Qui-Gon’s throat as the other
swallowed harshly. “And because I know he’s not sorry. He’s not
sorry Obi-Wan and I lost my temper because you glow in the Force, you
are a beacon that he threatened to dim… and that’s unforgivable.”
Qui-Gon whispered roughly and Obi-Wan felt as if he had a rock lodged
in his throat, working to swallow around only to let out a little
gasping noise as silent tears finally escaped his eyes, his hands
loosening enough to wrap around the other Jedi in an answering hug.
Because
Qui-Gon had done it because he cared
about Obi-Wan.
Because
Obi-Wan was his padawan and that was it.
It
was just that simple.
Obi-Wan
had a real master for the first time in his life and it was this
overly tall giant of a man who nurtured plants, enjoyed sapir tea and
left his dirty socks by the couch sometimes and Obi-Wan couldn’t
ask for anything else in the galaxy. Because he had the best kind of
master in the galaxy.
The
kind that cared.
For safetydelayed, poor Obi-wan. I would love to see him begin to open up more. Either like more healing sessions. Or talking to Qui-Gon more. I would also love it if something that is said makes Qui-Gon completely lose his temper and make him do something he regrets (especially toward Shkma’s face or something equally breakable.)
He’s
suppose to be calm.
Qui-Gon
is Obi-Wan’s representative in this case, as his new master and
guardian, Qui-Gon is suppose to handle being present to watch the
proceeding and judgment.
But
Obi-Wan’s quiet voice enters his head, his down turned face as he
furiously twists his hands into the hem of his tunic.
The
quiet words ringing in Qui-Gon’s ears in this moment as Shkma turns
and smirks
of all things at him.
‘He
wanted to punish me… he said if I wouldn’t learn from scars… he
had a new way to teach me to be obedient…’
No
one gets a warning.
Qui-Gon
may be getting older but he’s a Jedi and his genre of sub-human are
long lived. He jumps out of his chair and lunges
across the floor as fast as he can humanly go, cocking back his fist
and slamming his hand into the soft flesh of Shkma’s face.
He
can feel something give in his hand but more than that he can hear
the others nose break and it makes him viciously happy because he
knows that this man has broken Obi-Wan’s nose many times, has done
so much worse.
He’s
viciously happy as the man hits the floor despite the Sentinels
suddenly standing between Qui-Gon
and the downed man.
Not
that it matters, Qui-Gon did what he wanted and he’s not trying to
attack anymore.
He
wiped that smirk of the former Jedi’s face.
()()()
Looking
up when he heard the door open, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to greet his
master only to jump to his feet from the armchair when he saw the
others arm wrapped in bandages. “Master!” He yelped, rushing
around the couch to nervously flutter in front of him as Qui-Gon
removed his boots first.
Then
Qui-Gon reached out and pulled Obi-Wan to his chest, wrapping him in
a gentle hug, the bandaged hand brushing Obi-Wan’s neck.
Blinking,
Obi-Wan fisted his hands into the others tunic.
All
day he had been feeling odd, since Qui-Gon left for the court session
with Shkma, feeling guilty about the other wasting an entire day just
representing Obi-Wan but… he couldn’t
see Shkma again. The very thought brought ice to his stomach.
And
then there had been a moment when the fledgling bond between he and
Qui-Gon had sprung open for a second, furious rage feeding into it
for a moment, which had honestly scared the hell out of Obi-Wan only
for the bond to close with smug satisfaction before Obi-Wan could
even begin to parse out what was going on.
He
had… focused on his studies after that, sitting quietly with Bant
and Reeft while working on homework.
Finally
Qui-Gon sighed deeply. “So… I did something stupid today and I
would severely point out to you that violence is not the way to deal
with thing commonly.” He started with slowly while holding Obi-Wan
still.
“…Is
this about the court session? I felt your anger spike.” Obi-Wan
whispered.
There
was a deep, tired rumble. “I apologize for that… but yes… I
punched Olliander Shkma so hard his nose broke.” There was
something smug in Qui-Gon’s tone.
Blinking
in shock against the others chest, Obi-Wan tightened his grasp on
Qui-Gon’s tunic. “…Why?” He
whispered.
There
was another deep sigh and Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon rest his cheek on
Obi-Wan’s head. “Because for everything he did against you… he
deserved it,” Obi-Wan could hear Qui-Gon’s throat as the other
swallowed harshly. “And because I know he’s not sorry. He’s not
sorry Obi-Wan and I lost my temper because you glow in the Force, you
are a beacon that he threatened to dim… and that’s unforgivable.”
Qui-Gon whispered roughly and Obi-Wan felt as if he had a rock lodged
in his throat, working to swallow around only to let out a little
gasping noise as silent tears finally escaped his eyes, his hands
loosening enough to wrap around the other Jedi in an answering hug.
Because
Qui-Gon had done it because he cared
about Obi-Wan.
Because
Obi-Wan was his padawan and that was it.
It
was just that simple.
Obi-Wan
had a real master for the first time in his life and it was this
overly tall giant of a man who nurtured plants, enjoyed sapir tea and
left his dirty socks by the couch sometimes and Obi-Wan couldn’t
ask for anything else in the galaxy. Because he had the best kind of
master in the galaxy.
The
kind that cared.
Manyhusbands : now that he knows, Anakin is more observant and he sees how good , supporting the clones can be with Obi-Wan. It makes him realize he doesn’t support so much Padme s work, and he starts talking more about it with her. Suddenly he’s a lot more difficult to manipulate for Palpatine.
Now
that they aren’t hiding it anymore or at least they aren’t trying
to be totally secretive, its easier for Anakin to see how happy the
other Jedi is with his husbands.
Its
not that they go out of their way to do things for Obi-Wan, though
Anakin have come over whispered conversations about getting Obi-Wan
to take a break for a good sleep twice now, but it is more how they
act around him on a day to day.
Gentle
brushes of contact between them, small smiles exchanged, fond eyes…
And
the troopers weren’t the only ones. Obi-Wan would reach out for
them in return, his fingertips lingering when accepting reports, the
corners of his lips quirking up into a soft smile, his shoulder
pressed against the one at his side as he easily accepted the touch.
‘Like
he didn’t used to when I was young…’ Anakin crossed his arms
over his chest loosely, observing everything quietly while pretending
he wasn’t. Obi-Wan would always be his master and Obi-Wan was very
good at caring… but he was also very bad at physical affection.
When
Anakin had become his padawan he had quickly noticed how stiff
Obi-Wan was, how he seemed to struggle with touch and a few weeks of
observing other master and padawan pairs had confirmed to him that it
was Obi-Wan, not all teacher and students.
Just
Obi-Wan who seemed to pull himself apart.
It
would have hurt Anakin, who was a very affectionate child, if he
hadn’t also caught onto how it wasn’t just him.
Obi-Wan
was charming in the field, he was flirtatious though as his padawan
those first two years Anakin didn’t always catch it but he also
kept himself apart, kept himself away from people and seemed to try
to keep at least a step between himself and those closest to him if
he could.
That
included Jedi.
Anakin
couldn’t count the amount of time Obi-Wan would discreetly shuffle
a bit away in salle’s or meditation halls if he felt like someone
was getting to close in his personal bubble and war had done nothing
to improve that, no Anakin would say that Obi-Wan’s touch aversion
had become worse when he would even tense under Anakin’s light
touches if they spent too much time apart and had to readjust himself
to touch.
But
here… with them…
No,
they were doing exactly what Obi-Wan needed, were doing exactly what
he needed to keep him well adjusted and wasn’t that just a sucker
blow.
‘But
to be fair, they’re with him all the time, they spend intimate time
with him… how long is it since we shared a bed now?’ Anakin mused
to himself. Force it had to be at least half a year before the war,
that disaster mission to Apripos where they had to share a bunk on
that livestock shipment where it had taken Obi-Wan over two hours to
finally relax enough to settle against his padawan and really sleep.
Well,
Anakin may not understand polymore relationships and
it was certainly not for him as he was more than happy with his
Padme… but he could see the goodness it brought Obi-Wan, could see
the love in his eyes when he watched his husbands and it reflected in
the others behavior with how easily he accepted a hug or a hand on
his shoulder.
They
were helping Obi-Wan, loving him as he deserved and Obi-Wan loved
them in return just as fiercely.
Humming,
a wry smile on his lips as Obi-Wan gently brushed his fingertips
against Boil’s gloved hand when the other delivered a report,
Anakin decided that this was one of the best things to have happened
his former master.
‘I’m
happy for you Obi-Wan. I am so happy for you. Finally
you goober.’ He got to his feet and wandered over to the display to
read the report over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, his hand finding the
others relaxed shoulder.
It
remained relaxed under his touch.
‘…Might
need to buy his husbands cigars or something, celebrate them
somehow.’ Anakin smile grew as he also thought of his own wife, wishing he could speak with her. He was a tiny bit envious at this moment if he was honest.
Manyhusbands : now that he knows, Anakin is more observant and he sees how good , supporting the clones can be with Obi-Wan. It makes him realize he doesn’t support so much Padme s work, and he starts talking more about it with her. Suddenly he’s a lot more difficult to manipulate for Palpatine.
Now
that they aren’t hiding it anymore or at least they aren’t trying
to be totally secretive, its easier for Anakin to see how happy the
other Jedi is with his husbands.
Its
not that they go out of their way to do things for Obi-Wan, though
Anakin have come over whispered conversations about getting Obi-Wan
to take a break for a good sleep twice now, but it is more how they
act around him on a day to day.
Gentle
brushes of contact between them, small smiles exchanged, fond eyes…
And
the troopers weren’t the only ones. Obi-Wan would reach out for
them in return, his fingertips lingering when accepting reports, the
corners of his lips quirking up into a soft smile, his shoulder
pressed against the one at his side as he easily accepted the touch.
‘Like
he didn’t used to when I was young…’ Anakin crossed his arms
over his chest loosely, observing everything quietly while pretending
he wasn’t. Obi-Wan would always be his master and Obi-Wan was very
good at caring… but he was also very bad at physical affection.
When
Anakin had become his padawan he had quickly noticed how stiff
Obi-Wan was, how he seemed to struggle with touch and a few weeks of
observing other master and padawan pairs had confirmed to him that it
was Obi-Wan, not all teacher and students.
Just
Obi-Wan who seemed to pull himself apart.
It
would have hurt Anakin, who was a very affectionate child, if he
hadn’t also caught onto how it wasn’t just him.
Obi-Wan
was charming in the field, he was flirtatious though as his padawan
those first two years Anakin didn’t always catch it but he also
kept himself apart, kept himself away from people and seemed to try
to keep at least a step between himself and those closest to him if
he could.
That
included Jedi.
Anakin
couldn’t count the amount of time Obi-Wan would discreetly shuffle
a bit away in salle’s or meditation halls if he felt like someone
was getting to close in his personal bubble and war had done nothing
to improve that, no Anakin would say that Obi-Wan’s touch aversion
had become worse when he would even tense under Anakin’s light
touches if they spent too much time apart and had to readjust himself
to touch.
But
here… with them…
No,
they were doing exactly what Obi-Wan needed, were doing exactly what
he needed to keep him well adjusted and wasn’t that just a sucker
blow.
‘But
to be fair, they’re with him all the time, they spend intimate time
with him… how long is it since we shared a bed now?’ Anakin mused
to himself. Force it had to be at least half a year before the war,
that disaster mission to Apripos where they had to share a bunk on
that livestock shipment where it had taken Obi-Wan over two hours to
finally relax enough to settle against his padawan and really sleep.
Well,
Anakin may not understand polymore relationships and
it was certainly not for him as he was more than happy with his
Padme… but he could see the goodness it brought Obi-Wan, could see
the love in his eyes when he watched his husbands and it reflected in
the others behavior with how easily he accepted a hug or a hand on
his shoulder.
They
were helping Obi-Wan, loving him as he deserved and Obi-Wan loved
them in return just as fiercely.
Humming,
a wry smile on his lips as Obi-Wan gently brushed his fingertips
against Boil’s gloved hand when the other delivered a report,
Anakin decided that this was one of the best things to have happened
his former master.
‘I’m
happy for you Obi-Wan. I am so happy for you. Finally
you goober.’ He got to his feet and wandered over to the display to
read the report over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, his hand finding the
others relaxed shoulder.
It
remained relaxed under his touch.
‘…Might
need to buy his husbands cigars or something, celebrate them
somehow.’ Anakin smile grew as he also thought of his own wife, wishing he could speak with her. He was a tiny bit envious at this moment if he was honest.
SWpromptsandask 