Hi Moddy! Firstly, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening! Secondly, I was wondering what happened in the last Sweet Honey fic, will Obi and Jango really get serious about having babies??? I’d love to see more domestic Obi-wan with Boba and Fatherly Jango with Anakin! Any form of family time with the four of them would be so awesome!

Waking
slowly is
something of a novel sensation that
Obi-Wan is not
used to,
even in the temple where
he feels safe.

Generally
he wakes pretty quickly but at this moment…

He
is warm, his back is tucked back into Jango with one of the alpha’s
legs tucked between his legs and an
arm slung over Obi-Wan’s side with their hands loosely entwined.
Obi-Wan vaguely remembers the other grasping it last night and lacing
their fingers together while
pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck.

It
makes him smile drowsily, the sight of their loose hands still
together.

A
peaceful deep sleep with neither moving around to untangle them.

Of
course just because you want to remain in a peaceful, sleepy state
does not mean you can and Obi-Wan slowly untangled himself from his
mate, knowing he needed to get some breakfast going. They were
shipping out again
to some place the Senate demanded and Obi-Wan would rather Boba got
some good food into him.

Anakin
too though if Obi-Wan was right, his padawan was not at home at the
moment despite it being early in the morning.

Finally
standing on the floor, Obi-Wan stretched slowly, feeling his black
boxers slip a bit down which he quickly adjusted as he looked for his
robe only to find Jango’s shirt from yesterday on the floor, the
blue lose fabric laying innocently on the ground.

Glancing
towards the still slumbering alpha, Obi-Wan grinned and snatched the
abandoned shirt off the floor, pulling it on and
then bringing it to his nose with his hands
to give it a sniff before he stepped into his slippers and made his
way to the kitchen in boxers and Jango’s shirt, the shirt reaching
ever so slightly down his thighs.

He
smelled like his mate and now he would feed said mate and the cub he
had adopted from the man.

‘Flatcakes…
it will be a while until I can make it since we need to go out to the
outer rims…’ Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully and collected ingredients
from the fridge and a large bowl. As he whisked, the door opened and
closed and much to Obi-Wan’s amusement, quiet curses sounded from
the front.

“Seems
you’re not used to our new quarters yet?” He called out quietly
and teasingly.

There
was a pause and then Anakin, flustered and disheveled, showed up in
the kitchenette opening, smiling sheepishly at Obi-Wan. “Morning
master, I-”

He
shut up when Obi-Wan held up the whisk. “Just go shower padawan,
lest Jango catch your scent at this moment.” He teased though
Anakin quickly raced off to the new
fresher.
Since Obi-Wan had a mate and said mate had a child, they had moved
into one of the larger quarters after a bit of rebuilding. Now the
there was not only a padawan room but also Jango’s room and Mace
had quietly speculated that if necessary, they could knock out the
wall of the room next for another room…

It
had caused Obi-Wan to pause as he took the hint for what it was.

Should
Jango and he want children of their own, the order would allow it.

‘Kids…
do I want them? I… don’t think I would mind some of my own?’
Obi-Wan pondered as he pulled a skillet out to heat, ready to start
making flatcakes for all.

He
was about four cakes in when arms slid around him, Jango pressing up
against his back while cupping his stomach lightly. “Morning my
shirt stealer.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder
before hooking his chin onto the shoulder, content to hold and watch.

“Morning
mate,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, relaxing back into the other man.
For a few minutes he worked in silence with Jango wrapped around him.
‘Its as good a time now as any other. Boba is yet to wake up and
Anakin is still in the fresher…’ Obi-Wan pondered before turning
his head a bit to press a kiss to the others cheek. “Jango, have
you thought about kids?” He asked quietly.

There
was a deep huff then Jango straightened a bit, keeping his arms about
the Jedi. “Since I meet up with you? Yes. But its your body
Obi-Wan, if you will grant me pups that’s up to you but I wouldn’t
say no to one or two and Boba likes the idea of becoming a ori’vod.”
He rumbled out.

Blinking
at that, Obi-Wan paused, staring at the flatcake solidifying in the
pan thanks to the heat, pondering a thoughtfully.

Slowly,
he started to smile, pressing back against the other. “Mace told me
that if we needed more space, a wall could be knocked out into the
other room… and… maybe I’ll put aside my birth control for a
while?” Obi-Wan stated a tad shyly.

Jango
pressed a kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “See where nature takes us
huh?” He rumbled, tightening his grasp once more. “I can live
with that.”

Smiling
more widely, Obi-Wan only detangled himself from Jango as Boba
suddenly tumbled into the room, chirping in delight at the flatcakes
already done with
Anakin joining him moments later, helping Boba up into a chair as
Jango playfully ruffled both boys hair as Anakin’s had grown out in
the last few weeks.

It
was an endearing sight which made Obi-Wan smile.

Hi Moddy! Firstly, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening! Secondly, I was wondering what happened in the last Sweet Honey fic, will Obi and Jango really get serious about having babies??? I’d love to see more domestic Obi-wan with Boba and Fatherly Jango with Anakin! Any form of family time with the four of them would be so awesome!

Waking
slowly is
something of a novel sensation that
Obi-Wan is not
used to,
even in the temple where
he feels safe.

Generally
he wakes pretty quickly but at this moment…

He
is warm, his back is tucked back into Jango with one of the alpha’s
legs tucked between his legs and an
arm slung over Obi-Wan’s side with their hands loosely entwined.
Obi-Wan vaguely remembers the other grasping it last night and lacing
their fingers together while
pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck.

It
makes him smile drowsily, the sight of their loose hands still
together.

A
peaceful deep sleep with neither moving around to untangle them.

Of
course just because you want to remain in a peaceful, sleepy state
does not mean you can and Obi-Wan slowly untangled himself from his
mate, knowing he needed to get some breakfast going. They were
shipping out again
to some place the Senate demanded and Obi-Wan would rather Boba got
some good food into him.

Anakin
too though if Obi-Wan was right, his padawan was not at home at the
moment despite it being early in the morning.

Finally
standing on the floor, Obi-Wan stretched slowly, feeling his black
boxers slip a bit down which he quickly adjusted as he looked for his
robe only to find Jango’s shirt from yesterday on the floor, the
blue lose fabric laying innocently on the ground.

Glancing
towards the still slumbering alpha, Obi-Wan grinned and snatched the
abandoned shirt off the floor, pulling it on and
then bringing it to his nose with his hands
to give it a sniff before he stepped into his slippers and made his
way to the kitchen in boxers and Jango’s shirt, the shirt reaching
ever so slightly down his thighs.

He
smelled like his mate and now he would feed said mate and the cub he
had adopted from the man.

‘Flatcakes…
it will be a while until I can make it since we need to go out to the
outer rims…’ Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully and collected ingredients
from the fridge and a large bowl. As he whisked, the door opened and
closed and much to Obi-Wan’s amusement, quiet curses sounded from
the front.

“Seems
you’re not used to our new quarters yet?” He called out quietly
and teasingly.

There
was a pause and then Anakin, flustered and disheveled, showed up in
the kitchenette opening, smiling sheepishly at Obi-Wan. “Morning
master, I-”

He
shut up when Obi-Wan held up the whisk. “Just go shower padawan,
lest Jango catch your scent at this moment.” He teased though
Anakin quickly raced off to the new
fresher.
Since Obi-Wan had a mate and said mate had a child, they had moved
into one of the larger quarters after a bit of rebuilding. Now the
there was not only a padawan room but also Jango’s room and Mace
had quietly speculated that if necessary, they could knock out the
wall of the room next for another room…

It
had caused Obi-Wan to pause as he took the hint for what it was.

Should
Jango and he want children of their own, the order would allow it.

‘Kids…
do I want them? I… don’t think I would mind some of my own?’
Obi-Wan pondered as he pulled a skillet out to heat, ready to start
making flatcakes for all.

He
was about four cakes in when arms slid around him, Jango pressing up
against his back while cupping his stomach lightly. “Morning my
shirt stealer.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder
before hooking his chin onto the shoulder, content to hold and watch.

“Morning
mate,” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, relaxing back into the other man.
For a few minutes he worked in silence with Jango wrapped around him.
‘Its as good a time now as any other. Boba is yet to wake up and
Anakin is still in the fresher…’ Obi-Wan pondered before turning
his head a bit to press a kiss to the others cheek. “Jango, have
you thought about kids?” He asked quietly.

There
was a deep huff then Jango straightened a bit, keeping his arms about
the Jedi. “Since I meet up with you? Yes. But its your body
Obi-Wan, if you will grant me pups that’s up to you but I wouldn’t
say no to one or two and Boba likes the idea of becoming a ori’vod.”
He rumbled out.

Blinking
at that, Obi-Wan paused, staring at the flatcake solidifying in the
pan thanks to the heat, pondering a thoughtfully.

Slowly,
he started to smile, pressing back against the other. “Mace told me
that if we needed more space, a wall could be knocked out into the
other room… and… maybe I’ll put aside my birth control for a
while?” Obi-Wan stated a tad shyly.

Jango
pressed a kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “See where nature takes us
huh?” He rumbled, tightening his grasp once more. “I can live
with that.”

Smiling
more widely, Obi-Wan only detangled himself from Jango as Boba
suddenly tumbled into the room, chirping in delight at the flatcakes
already done with
Anakin joining him moments later, helping Boba up into a chair as
Jango playfully ruffled both boys hair as Anakin’s had grown out in
the last few weeks.

It
was an endearing sight which made Obi-Wan smile.

Ahhh I love thelightinus so much!! What happens next? Does everyone not know how to react to our obi now? With the wings, and the way he hugged Anakin so tight?

High
above the temple Kenobi rose with each powerful flap of his wings,
light shining both through and over him from the rising sun but also
seemingly from inside.

Sidious
had sat his tea in his throat when he’d seen it, watching the man
steadily rise until he was high in the sky over his beloved temple,
the Jedi wings beating slowly and yet remaining perfectly still in
the air.

Hovering
without seemingly having to put in effort.

There
were of course winged sentients
in the galaxy, toydarian, vor, s’kytri and geonosian’s all coming
sharply to mind without thinking to hard but none of them flew like
Kenobi who seemed to just…

He
looked like he was weightless, as if flying was was no less tedious
to him than floating in water as he looked out over Coruscant.

Sidious
absently noted a few skycars veering a bit, having noticed the Jedi
too finally but the Jedi temple was free from skycar traffic directly
over it so a crash was avoided. Standing slowly, Sidious stared out
his office window.

He
had seen the footage of course, Kenobi’s wings laying limp to the
ground, laying limp as he was transported off a shuttle.

But
this…

Even
from this distance he could see their glow, clearly unearthly in
nature.

Whatever
had happened to Kenobi, the changes were much deeper than skin deep.

Kenobi
had always shone in the Force like a beacon of quiet light, a soft
candle.

Now?

How
he glowed like the light of a brilliant bonfire, filling the Force
and the darkness with his light as if he couldn’t dim it to the
candle anymore.

It
startled Sidious to covet the redhead.

He
wanted to pin him down and tear out feathers, he wanted to break the
bones of those wings and taint the white of it red, dim the light he
could see.

Well,
who said he couldn’t have both Skywalker and Kenobi?

A
small sneer crossed Sidious face as he watched Kenobi suddenly fold
his wings to his back and fall headfirst towards the ground until he
was out of sight behind the temple, returning to the ground.

Yes,
Sidious will have both and he would tear those wings apart at
his own leisure.

()()()

Bare
feet barely makes a sound on marble floor as Obi-Wan and Anakin make
their way towards the elevator, having been summoned to the council
chamber. Or well, Obi-Wan had but Anakin tagged along with his hand
resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

He
was reluctant to let go of the other.

The
days of silence from the dormant bond had been startling, especially
after Obi-Wan had sprouted wings which had left them all in
uncertainty as to if Obi-Wan would recover and if he recovered, how
he would behave.

And
something had clearly changed with the man.

Obi-Wan
had never been openly affectionate while out in public, limiting
public affection to shoulder pats, hair ruffling and one armed hugs
for the most part and in private engaging in proper hugs and hair
pettings.

Yet
now?

Obi-Wan
had come flying in, almost tackling Anakin off his feet in a hug so
tight it had restrained Anakin’s breathing for a few seconds.

And
the nickname.

Those
old nicknames from so long ago.

Nova
and Tabby.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t called Anakin for Nova in almost five years and yet now the
name slipped so easily and naturally from his lips as if something
had loosened inside of Obi-Wan to allow him to be affectionate once
more.

‘Or
maybe he’s always been affectionate and I just missed it?’ Anakin
wondered as he clung to the others shoulder in the elevator, ignoring
those trying to catch a last glimpse of Obi-Wan before the doors
closed. ‘Maybe I just missed it because I pulled away from him? I
wasn’t the easiest of teens…’ He admitted privately in his own
mind.

“Nova,”
Startled at the soft call, Anakin looked up from his feet to blink at
Obi-Wan, finding the Jedi master smiling slightly at him, his hair a
wind tousled mess with cold pinked ears and cheeks. “Its going to
be alright, we’re going to be alright. I promise you.”

Anakin
didn’t know what exactly Obi-Wan meant by that.

The
war, the fractured relationship between them, Obi-Wan’s new wings
but for some reason… he believed his old master, smiling back at
him while unconsciously relaxing. For some reason it felt like
Obi-Wan could do anything now, his light warm and welcoming as one
feathered, glowing wing extended and wrapped around Anakin in a one
winged hug.

It
felt good.

It
felt like proper hope for the first time in so long since the war
started.

Ahhh I love thelightinus so much!! What happens next? Does everyone not know how to react to our obi now? With the wings, and the way he hugged Anakin so tight?

High
above the temple Kenobi rose with each powerful flap of his wings,
light shining both through and over him from the rising sun but also
seemingly from inside.

Sidious
had sat his tea in his throat when he’d seen it, watching the man
steadily rise until he was high in the sky over his beloved temple,
the Jedi wings beating slowly and yet remaining perfectly still in
the air.

Hovering
without seemingly having to put in effort.

There
were of course winged sentients
in the galaxy, toydarian, vor, s’kytri and geonosian’s all coming
sharply to mind without thinking to hard but none of them flew like
Kenobi who seemed to just…

He
looked like he was weightless, as if flying was was no less tedious
to him than floating in water as he looked out over Coruscant.

Sidious
absently noted a few skycars veering a bit, having noticed the Jedi
too finally but the Jedi temple was free from skycar traffic directly
over it so a crash was avoided. Standing slowly, Sidious stared out
his office window.

He
had seen the footage of course, Kenobi’s wings laying limp to the
ground, laying limp as he was transported off a shuttle.

But
this…

Even
from this distance he could see their glow, clearly unearthly in
nature.

Whatever
had happened to Kenobi, the changes were much deeper than skin deep.

Kenobi
had always shone in the Force like a beacon of quiet light, a soft
candle.

Now?

How
he glowed like the light of a brilliant bonfire, filling the Force
and the darkness with his light as if he couldn’t dim it to the
candle anymore.

It
startled Sidious to covet the redhead.

He
wanted to pin him down and tear out feathers, he wanted to break the
bones of those wings and taint the white of it red, dim the light he
could see.

Well,
who said he couldn’t have both Skywalker and Kenobi?

A
small sneer crossed Sidious face as he watched Kenobi suddenly fold
his wings to his back and fall headfirst towards the ground until he
was out of sight behind the temple, returning to the ground.

Yes,
Sidious will have both and he would tear those wings apart at
his own leisure.

()()()

Bare
feet barely makes a sound on marble floor as Obi-Wan and Anakin make
their way towards the elevator, having been summoned to the council
chamber. Or well, Obi-Wan had but Anakin tagged along with his hand
resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

He
was reluctant to let go of the other.

The
days of silence from the dormant bond had been startling, especially
after Obi-Wan had sprouted wings which had left them all in
uncertainty as to if Obi-Wan would recover and if he recovered, how
he would behave.

And
something had clearly changed with the man.

Obi-Wan
had never been openly affectionate while out in public, limiting
public affection to shoulder pats, hair ruffling and one armed hugs
for the most part and in private engaging in proper hugs and hair
pettings.

Yet
now?

Obi-Wan
had come flying in, almost tackling Anakin off his feet in a hug so
tight it had restrained Anakin’s breathing for a few seconds.

And
the nickname.

Those
old nicknames from so long ago.

Nova
and Tabby.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t called Anakin for Nova in almost five years and yet now the
name slipped so easily and naturally from his lips as if something
had loosened inside of Obi-Wan to allow him to be affectionate once
more.

‘Or
maybe he’s always been affectionate and I just missed it?’ Anakin
wondered as he clung to the others shoulder in the elevator, ignoring
those trying to catch a last glimpse of Obi-Wan before the doors
closed. ‘Maybe I just missed it because I pulled away from him? I
wasn’t the easiest of teens…’ He admitted privately in his own
mind.

“Nova,”
Startled at the soft call, Anakin looked up from his feet to blink at
Obi-Wan, finding the Jedi master smiling slightly at him, his hair a
wind tousled mess with cold pinked ears and cheeks. “Its going to
be alright, we’re going to be alright. I promise you.”

Anakin
didn’t know what exactly Obi-Wan meant by that.

The
war, the fractured relationship between them, Obi-Wan’s new wings
but for some reason… he believed his old master, smiling back at
him while unconsciously relaxing. For some reason it felt like
Obi-Wan could do anything now, his light warm and welcoming as one
feathered, glowing wing extended and wrapped around Anakin in a one
winged hug.

It
felt good.

It
felt like proper hope for the first time in so long since the war
started.

Hi moddy! If #EverYours is still open. What about sub Obi falling into forced subspace by an asshole when theyre on a mission and Qui gon going ballistic someone do that to his sweetling?

There
are risks as a Jedi, they are all aware of it, they stories of what
can go wrong get whispered in the halls along with classes on trauma
and how to avoid situations like kidnappings to the best of their
abilities.

But
even the best Jedi fail at times.

Which
is why Qui-Gon is desperately trying to find his padawan, his sub
before something terrible happens to him.

He’d
seen the way the prime minister had eyed Obi-Wan, the lusty glint in
the man’s eyes and the malicious intent in the Force once Obi-Wan
had politely but firmly rebuffed the man. In the confusion of the
failed assassination attempt on the Empress he had taken his chance
to grab something else he wanted.

Obi-Wan.

Which
left Qui-Gon running through the cavernous halls beneath the palace
with
his saber in hand for light,
letting the Force guide him through the maze of halls and caves to
find his Obi-Wan. Yet when he finds him…

“Ah!
Master Jedi! I was wondering if you would catch up.” The prime
minister sneered at him, pale purple eyes wide and crazed as he held
a blaster in one hand and had Obi-Wan’s braid wrapped around his
other as Obi-Wan knelt at
the man’s feet.

Obviously
being exposed as a traitor to his Empress had snapped what little
sanity the man had.

“What
have you done to my padawan Plummer?” Qui-Gon glared as hair raised
on the back of his arms at the silence of the cave, raising his saber
high for light. Obi-Wan would never meekly kneel at the feet of an
abductor and conspirator to a governmental coup.

“Padawan?”
Plummer
laughed, his voice echoing in the dusty caves. “Don’t you mean
your sub?”
The prime minister sneered, pulling on the ginger
braid that he had wrapped taunt around his fist not unlike how
Qui-Gon would occasionally.

Ice
jags through Qui-Gon’s stomach as Obi-Wan’s head is pulled back,
his eyes finally apparent, Obi-Wan’s eyes glazed and distant with a
heavy black
collar practically pulling him
down again. “What
have you done to him?” Qui-Gon whispered, his voice quiet.

The
first sign of doom if you knew the man.

Qui-Gon
Jinn was not a quiet man unless he was trying to be stealthy… or
when he was a rage.

But
the former prime minister did not know the Jedi master and only
laughed. “Do? All I had to do was wrap his braid around my fist and
force him to his knees, such a slut.” He sneered, the Force oozing
with lie.

Not
a whole lie no but something wasn’t right about what the other had
said.

Qui-Gon
growled and flickered his hand, a rock from the floor slamming into
Plummer’s head which had him dropping the braid. Wasting no more
time as Obi-Wan fell to the ground like a puppet cut of its strings,
Qui-Gon jumped forward and bisected the man with a deep snarl, the
cool sense of justice unleashing in his chest even as some part of him told him that vengence was not a Jedi’s way but Obi-Wan…

The
villain dealt with, Qui-Gon turned to his Obi-Wan and dropped to his
knees by him, desperately getting the bulky collar off him and
throwing it aside before checking over the other. “Obi-Wan,
sweetheart, can you hear me?” He spoke as he supported the other
against his chest, running his hands up and down the others body.

In
his padawan’s arm he found an injection mark and with a deep snarl,
Qui-Gon swept Obi-Wan into his arms and stood.

Obi-Wan’s
rapid descent into subspace was unnatural with someone unknown and he
was right that it wasn’t natural. Obi-Wan was drugged.

His
poor sub, his sweet imp.

It
takes hours for Obi-Wan to start surfacing, long after the medics
have checked him over and the Empress has retired for the night,
dismissing Qui-Gon in a callow manner as if his padawan is not laying
unresponsive much to the medics confusion though they confirm a drug
working away in his systems as Obi-Wan is kept under observation in
the medical rooms of the palace until Qui-Gon can retrieve him.

Settling
his love in his lap on the silken, ostentatious couch, Qui-Gon
carefully suited Obi-Wan until he’s settled in the V of the
master’s legs, his back to Qui-Gon’s chest and his head resting
on the man’s collarbone.

Ensuring
Obi-Wan’s comfortableness, Qui-Gon hooked his chin onto the
redhead’s shoulder and sinks himself into his meditation to help
Obi-Wan filter out the sedatives with unknown properties that’s
keeping him in subspace, trying to ignore the red marks of the heavy
collar.

They
had discussed collars, tentative but excited but now…

Qui-Gon
worried for what Obi-Wan would feel now.

He
wouldn’t blame him if he turned away from collars.

Hours
passed by until Obi-Wan finally let out a low, strained noise which
firmly yanked Qui-Gon out
of his meditation to find Obi-Wan squirming in panic. “Shh, I’m
here. I’m here my Obi-Wan.” He rumbled, turning the other until
they could see each other.

Staring
at each other for several moments, Obi-Wan let out a hitched breath
and buried himself in Qui-Gon’s shirt, tears darkening the beige
fabric. “Qui! I thought… he was going to…” Obi-Wan gasped
into his tunic, hands fisted in the fabric.

“I
know, I know my Obi,” Qui-Gon replied heavily, cupping the back of
the others head and stroking his back. “Its okay, I came for you.
I’ll always come for you. Sweetheart, my dear imp.” He cooed
promisingly as Obi-Wan shuddered against him.

Letting
out a sharp keening noise, Obi-Wan lifted red eyes from the chest.
“And he sent me into sub
space.
Like it was nothing!” He was shaking like a leaf.

“He
forced you into it. There’s a difference, I will never force you
into anything sweet Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon peppered sweet, chaste kisses
all over the others face. “Never. You will always be safe with me,
it will always b-”

“Safe,
sane and consensual.” Obi-Wan hiccuped, his shaking subsiding a
tiny bit.

Smiling
softly, cupping the others wet cheeks, Qui-Gon nodded. “Always.”
He promised.

Hi moddy! If #EverYours is still open. What about sub Obi falling into forced subspace by an asshole when theyre on a mission and Qui gon going ballistic someone do that to his sweetling?

There
are risks as a Jedi, they are all aware of it, they stories of what
can go wrong get whispered in the halls along with classes on trauma
and how to avoid situations like kidnappings to the best of their
abilities.

But
even the best Jedi fail at times.

Which
is why Qui-Gon is desperately trying to find his padawan, his sub
before something terrible happens to him.

He’d
seen the way the prime minister had eyed Obi-Wan, the lusty glint in
the man’s eyes and the malicious intent in the Force once Obi-Wan
had politely but firmly rebuffed the man. In the confusion of the
failed assassination attempt on the Empress he had taken his chance
to grab something else he wanted.

Obi-Wan.

Which
left Qui-Gon running through the cavernous halls beneath the palace
with
his saber in hand for light,
letting the Force guide him through the maze of halls and caves to
find his Obi-Wan. Yet when he finds him…

“Ah!
Master Jedi! I was wondering if you would catch up.” The prime
minister sneered at him, pale purple eyes wide and crazed as he held
a blaster in one hand and had Obi-Wan’s braid wrapped around his
other as Obi-Wan knelt at
the man’s feet.

Obviously
being exposed as a traitor to his Empress had snapped what little
sanity the man had.

“What
have you done to my padawan Plummer?” Qui-Gon glared as hair raised
on the back of his arms at the silence of the cave, raising his saber
high for light. Obi-Wan would never meekly kneel at the feet of an
abductor and conspirator to a governmental coup.

“Padawan?”
Plummer
laughed, his voice echoing in the dusty caves. “Don’t you mean
your sub?”
The prime minister sneered, pulling on the ginger
braid that he had wrapped taunt around his fist not unlike how
Qui-Gon would occasionally.

Ice
jags through Qui-Gon’s stomach as Obi-Wan’s head is pulled back,
his eyes finally apparent, Obi-Wan’s eyes glazed and distant with a
heavy black
collar practically pulling him
down again. “What
have you done to him?” Qui-Gon whispered, his voice quiet.

The
first sign of doom if you knew the man.

Qui-Gon
Jinn was not a quiet man unless he was trying to be stealthy… or
when he was a rage.

But
the former prime minister did not know the Jedi master and only
laughed. “Do? All I had to do was wrap his braid around my fist and
force him to his knees, such a slut.” He sneered, the Force oozing
with lie.

Not
a whole lie no but something wasn’t right about what the other had
said.

Qui-Gon
growled and flickered his hand, a rock from the floor slamming into
Plummer’s head which had him dropping the braid. Wasting no more
time as Obi-Wan fell to the ground like a puppet cut of its strings,
Qui-Gon jumped forward and bisected the man with a deep snarl, the
cool sense of justice unleashing in his chest even as some part of him told him that vengence was not a Jedi’s way but Obi-Wan…

The
villain dealt with, Qui-Gon turned to his Obi-Wan and dropped to his
knees by him, desperately getting the bulky collar off him and
throwing it aside before checking over the other. “Obi-Wan,
sweetheart, can you hear me?” He spoke as he supported the other
against his chest, running his hands up and down the others body.

In
his padawan’s arm he found an injection mark and with a deep snarl,
Qui-Gon swept Obi-Wan into his arms and stood.

Obi-Wan’s
rapid descent into subspace was unnatural with someone unknown and he
was right that it wasn’t natural. Obi-Wan was drugged.

His
poor sub, his sweet imp.

It
takes hours for Obi-Wan to start surfacing, long after the medics
have checked him over and the Empress has retired for the night,
dismissing Qui-Gon in a callow manner as if his padawan is not laying
unresponsive much to the medics confusion though they confirm a drug
working away in his systems as Obi-Wan is kept under observation in
the medical rooms of the palace until Qui-Gon can retrieve him.

Settling
his love in his lap on the silken, ostentatious couch, Qui-Gon
carefully suited Obi-Wan until he’s settled in the V of the
master’s legs, his back to Qui-Gon’s chest and his head resting
on the man’s collarbone.

Ensuring
Obi-Wan’s comfortableness, Qui-Gon hooked his chin onto the
redhead’s shoulder and sinks himself into his meditation to help
Obi-Wan filter out the sedatives with unknown properties that’s
keeping him in subspace, trying to ignore the red marks of the heavy
collar.

They
had discussed collars, tentative but excited but now…

Qui-Gon
worried for what Obi-Wan would feel now.

He
wouldn’t blame him if he turned away from collars.

Hours
passed by until Obi-Wan finally let out a low, strained noise which
firmly yanked Qui-Gon out
of his meditation to find Obi-Wan squirming in panic. “Shh, I’m
here. I’m here my Obi-Wan.” He rumbled, turning the other until
they could see each other.

Staring
at each other for several moments, Obi-Wan let out a hitched breath
and buried himself in Qui-Gon’s shirt, tears darkening the beige
fabric. “Qui! I thought… he was going to…” Obi-Wan gasped
into his tunic, hands fisted in the fabric.

“I
know, I know my Obi,” Qui-Gon replied heavily, cupping the back of
the others head and stroking his back. “Its okay, I came for you.
I’ll always come for you. Sweetheart, my dear imp.” He cooed
promisingly as Obi-Wan shuddered against him.

Letting
out a sharp keening noise, Obi-Wan lifted red eyes from the chest.
“And he sent me into sub
space.
Like it was nothing!” He was shaking like a leaf.

“He
forced you into it. There’s a difference, I will never force you
into anything sweet Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon peppered sweet, chaste kisses
all over the others face. “Never. You will always be safe with me,
it will always b-”

“Safe,
sane and consensual.” Obi-Wan hiccuped, his shaking subsiding a
tiny bit.

Smiling
softly, cupping the others wet cheeks, Qui-Gon nodded. “Always.”
He promised.

#familyornot- Obi’s tears free Ani’s tongue.

It
felt like hours later but was only half at most when Obi-Wan went
still finally against his neck, his tears still on Anakin’s skin as
he pressed a kiss to the others temple.

“…Sometimes,”
Anakin started carefully, hands resting on Obi-Wan’s back through
the worn blue blanket. “Sometimes all I can think about is how much
I’ll disappoint you.” He confessed quietly, feeling the other
tense in his grasp.

Hands
tightened in his tunic. “Anakin…” Obi-Wan rasped against his
neck.

Tightening
his grasp a bit, Anakin plowed on. “And Chancellor Palpatine makes
things sound… less sever I guess, its easier to tell him because
he’s never disapproved of the things I’ve done and somehow he
always just… seems to know?” Anakin breathed out heavily.

He
bit his lips harshly when Obi-Wan pulled back, looking at him with
red rimmed eyes.

Regardless
of the Force meld they were having, he couldn’t quite decipher
Obi-Wan at that moment but he could feel the overwhelming love
Obi-Wan had for Anakin. Strong and pure. “I’m scared you won’t
understand…” He tacked on in a quiet whisper.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before smiling weakly. “You stupid boy,” A zing of
hurt went through Anakin. “I know you,”
Obi-Wan laughed softly, his voice gravelly from crying as he loosened
one hand from Anakin’s tunic to reach up, gently pushing curls out
of the blond’s face. “How could I not know my best friend and
brother? You who went through losing your mother and fought with
darkness you struggled to overcome? And Anakin did you really think
you and Padme were discreet?” He added tenderly with a gentle
smile.

Eyes
widening in shock, Anakin stared at him with his mouth open,
provoking more laughter and tears from Obi-Wan.

“You
silly boy,” Obi-Wan pulled Anakin down by the back of his head and
pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I know you Anakin Skywalker, my
best friend and brother of my soul, I know life is hard but that
truth remains regardless of anything else in this galaxy.” He
continued laughing shakily.

Blinking
heavily, Anakin let out a gasping breath and reached out, desperately
wrapping Obi-Wan in his arms as the tears that wouldn’t come before
poured from his eyes, relief surging in his stomach as
he pushed his face into Obi-Wan’s collarbone where he could smell
the musk of Obi-Wan’s deodorant and soft detergent.

“Y-You
know?” He hiccuped. “You know about Tatooine?” Anakin tightened
his grasp, frightened
that Obi-Wan would become smoke in his arms.

“I
could feel your pain a galaxy away dear one,” Obi-Wan confessed.
“And no I’m not happy about it but I know
you can be a better person than that. And Padme? How can anyone say
no to the lady Senator. I knew you loved her from you were a boy you
silly man.” Obi-Wan continued laughing quietly.

Tightening
his grasp in Obi-Wan’s tunic, Anakin
laughed with him, stunned to the core. “Obi-Wan…” He trailed
off, uncertain what to say.

“Whatever
else is true Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered more quietly, the tone
catching Anakin’s attention like nothing else had because it felt
like a secret, something between the two of them. “Whatever else is
true Anakin, know that I love
you, my brother.”
Obi-Wan’s voice trembled but was full of certainty.

Wide
eyes stared at tan tunics before Anakin gave a cry. “Obi-Wan!”

Overwhelmed,
it was Anakin’s turn to cry into Obi-Wan’s tunic. Just as he had
done as the man’s very young padawan.

And
just as when Obi-Wan had been the very young master, he held on,
rocking lightly and whispering soothing nonsense.

#familyornot- Obi’s tears free Ani’s tongue.

It
felt like hours later but was only half at most when Obi-Wan went
still finally against his neck, his tears still on Anakin’s skin as
he pressed a kiss to the others temple.

“…Sometimes,”
Anakin started carefully, hands resting on Obi-Wan’s back through
the worn blue blanket. “Sometimes all I can think about is how much
I’ll disappoint you.” He confessed quietly, feeling the other
tense in his grasp.

Hands
tightened in his tunic. “Anakin…” Obi-Wan rasped against his
neck.

Tightening
his grasp a bit, Anakin plowed on. “And Chancellor Palpatine makes
things sound… less sever I guess, its easier to tell him because
he’s never disapproved of the things I’ve done and somehow he
always just… seems to know?” Anakin breathed out heavily.

He
bit his lips harshly when Obi-Wan pulled back, looking at him with
red rimmed eyes.

Regardless
of the Force meld they were having, he couldn’t quite decipher
Obi-Wan at that moment but he could feel the overwhelming love
Obi-Wan had for Anakin. Strong and pure. “I’m scared you won’t
understand…” He tacked on in a quiet whisper.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before smiling weakly. “You stupid boy,” A zing of
hurt went through Anakin. “I know you,”
Obi-Wan laughed softly, his voice gravelly from crying as he loosened
one hand from Anakin’s tunic to reach up, gently pushing curls out
of the blond’s face. “How could I not know my best friend and
brother? You who went through losing your mother and fought with
darkness you struggled to overcome? And Anakin did you really think
you and Padme were discreet?” He added tenderly with a gentle
smile.

Eyes
widening in shock, Anakin stared at him with his mouth open,
provoking more laughter and tears from Obi-Wan.

“You
silly boy,” Obi-Wan pulled Anakin down by the back of his head and
pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I know you Anakin Skywalker, my
best friend and brother of my soul, I know life is hard but that
truth remains regardless of anything else in this galaxy.” He
continued laughing shakily.

Blinking
heavily, Anakin let out a gasping breath and reached out, desperately
wrapping Obi-Wan in his arms as the tears that wouldn’t come before
poured from his eyes, relief surging in his stomach as
he pushed his face into Obi-Wan’s collarbone where he could smell
the musk of Obi-Wan’s deodorant and soft detergent.

“Y-You
know?” He hiccuped. “You know about Tatooine?” Anakin tightened
his grasp, frightened
that Obi-Wan would become smoke in his arms.

“I
could feel your pain a galaxy away dear one,” Obi-Wan confessed.
“And no I’m not happy about it but I know
you can be a better person than that. And Padme? How can anyone say
no to the lady Senator. I knew you loved her from you were a boy you
silly man.” Obi-Wan continued laughing quietly.

Tightening
his grasp in Obi-Wan’s tunic, Anakin
laughed with him, stunned to the core. “Obi-Wan…” He trailed
off, uncertain what to say.

“Whatever
else is true Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered more quietly, the tone
catching Anakin’s attention like nothing else had because it felt
like a secret, something between the two of them. “Whatever else is
true Anakin, know that I love
you, my brother.”
Obi-Wan’s voice trembled but was full of certainty.

Wide
eyes stared at tan tunics before Anakin gave a cry. “Obi-Wan!”

Overwhelmed,
it was Anakin’s turn to cry into Obi-Wan’s tunic. Just as he had
done as the man’s very young padawan.

And
just as when Obi-Wan had been the very young master, he held on,
rocking lightly and whispering soothing nonsense.

O.O Moddy? DocileDoll? Would the Rebellion reeeaaally let ObiWan settle in one place? The Negotiator, with all that knowledge of people and events from before the Empire, MUST be an important and VALUABLE playing piece on the board. And for the last known Jedi to stay in one place?? Vader wouldn’t have to hunt too hard, hmmmm? So. Protective custody maybe? How WOULD Obi and the clones react??

Jerking
awake when the door snaps open abruptly, Obi-Wan reaches for the
saber that no longer hangs on his belt as the light floods the room
and momentarily blinds him. For a moment he thinks Vader has found
him regardless of them drifting in space, for a moment he wonders if
he’s going back to his docile state.

And
then he remembers he’s not wearing a belt at this moment, he’s
wearing thin shift clothes and his eyes become accustom to the light,
showing him only Rex striding quickly into the room.

The
former GAR captain is dressed
in his old armor and is
armed to the teeth with blasters and viroblade as he snatches
Obi-Wan’s boots and socks out of the little locker in the room.

“Rex’s
wha-” Obi-Wan sits up, throwing his feet over the end of the bed as
he tries to question the man only for Rex to kneel down and quickly
slide his socks onto Obi-Wan’s feet.

“We
don’t have long, we have to go.” Rex said gruffly, snapping on
Obi-Wan’s boots with a rougher grip than normal since Obi-Wan
arrived at the Rebellion thanks to Rex rescue.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stood obediently, confused as he took note of the pack
hanging on Rex back as the man threw
Obi-Wan’s robe around him, fastened it and then took
a hold of his hand and pulled him out into the bright,
gray
hallway.

He’s alarmed
to see Waxer and Boil kitted out in their old armors right
outside his room and
Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to stare at a togruta that had been
helping
him hours
earlier,
laying out on the floor in a still manner with a clearly knocked over tray beside her.

“Knockout
gas,” Boil answered quickly, seeing the former generals face. “She’s alive.”

Even
more confused, Obi-Wan only followed, trusting these men with his
life and sanity as he followed through the corridors and elevators to
the hanger of the ship.

The
entire way was paved with people knocked out where ever they had been
when the gas came and droids standing still, jerking or twitching as
they tried to boot themselves up as
Rex hurried them past with a determined look on his face.

Actually,
all three former troopers were oozing of a mix of protective rage,
determination and urgency.

‘What
happened while I was asleep?’ Obi-Wan wondered in surprise as the
elevator doors opened with a soft ping, eyes widening up when he
noticed the shuttle ready to take off in the hanger, troopers milling
around it.

He
recognized some of them.

Others
not.

But
all of them were armed to the teeth and in armor.

When
they saw the group making their way towards them, they all finished
up their tasks and made their way into the shuttle where Rex pulled
Obi-Wan up the ramp along. “We’re all here! Raise the ramp and
go!” Rex called sternly before turning to Obi-Wan. “…Okay…
now you can ask.” He said quietly.

“…What
the kark is going on Rex?” Obi-Wan whispered, eyes wide, his free
hand shaking.

Things
had not made sense since Anakin became Vader and right now he
wondered…

“The
Alliance leadership are desperate,” Rex started slowly. “They…
were going to force you to help, to guilt you into it… as your duty
to the fallen Republic as a Jedi. We couldn’t allow that,” Rex
explained quietly before glancing around the cargo hold of the
shuttle they were taking out. “Vader will be after you, they know
it, they were going to use you as bait and…” The captain
swallowed.

Waxer
spoke up. “We
got our hands on an old refurbished CR-12 Corvette,” He smiled
happily only for the smile to fade. “They’re not using us and
they’re not using you. We’ve bleed enough for people who never
cared. And if we find vode and Jedi along the way, we’ll take them
with us as we take potshots at the Empire but we’re not being used by others, not anymore.” He added softly.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan looked at the serious faces around him before letting out a
quiet nose and stepping into Rex space, wrapping his arms around the
mans neck to hide his face in a pauldron. “…Thank
you.” He breathed out, feeling arms slowly come up around him in
return.

“An
par solus, bal solus par an Obi-Wan.” Rex murmured.

‘All
for one, one for all… fitting.’ Obi-Wan tightened his hold.

O.O Moddy? DocileDoll? Would the Rebellion reeeaaally let ObiWan settle in one place? The Negotiator, with all that knowledge of people and events from before the Empire, MUST be an important and VALUABLE playing piece on the board. And for the last known Jedi to stay in one place?? Vader wouldn’t have to hunt too hard, hmmmm? So. Protective custody maybe? How WOULD Obi and the clones react??

Jerking
awake when the door snaps open abruptly, Obi-Wan reaches for the
saber that no longer hangs on his belt as the light floods the room
and momentarily blinds him. For a moment he thinks Vader has found
him regardless of them drifting in space, for a moment he wonders if
he’s going back to his docile state.

And
then he remembers he’s not wearing a belt at this moment, he’s
wearing thin shift clothes and his eyes become accustom to the light,
showing him only Rex striding quickly into the room.

The
former GAR captain is dressed
in his old armor and is
armed to the teeth with blasters and viroblade as he snatches
Obi-Wan’s boots and socks out of the little locker in the room.

“Rex’s
wha-” Obi-Wan sits up, throwing his feet over the end of the bed as
he tries to question the man only for Rex to kneel down and quickly
slide his socks onto Obi-Wan’s feet.

“We
don’t have long, we have to go.” Rex said gruffly, snapping on
Obi-Wan’s boots with a rougher grip than normal since Obi-Wan
arrived at the Rebellion thanks to Rex rescue.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stood obediently, confused as he took note of the pack
hanging on Rex back as the man threw
Obi-Wan’s robe around him, fastened it and then took
a hold of his hand and pulled him out into the bright,
gray
hallway.

He’s alarmed
to see Waxer and Boil kitted out in their old armors right
outside his room and
Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to stare at a togruta that had been
helping
him hours
earlier,
laying out on the floor in a still manner with a clearly knocked over tray beside her.

“Knockout
gas,” Boil answered quickly, seeing the former generals face. “She’s alive.”

Even
more confused, Obi-Wan only followed, trusting these men with his
life and sanity as he followed through the corridors and elevators to
the hanger of the ship.

The
entire way was paved with people knocked out where ever they had been
when the gas came and droids standing still, jerking or twitching as
they tried to boot themselves up as
Rex hurried them past with a determined look on his face.

Actually,
all three former troopers were oozing of a mix of protective rage,
determination and urgency.

‘What
happened while I was asleep?’ Obi-Wan wondered in surprise as the
elevator doors opened with a soft ping, eyes widening up when he
noticed the shuttle ready to take off in the hanger, troopers milling
around it.

He
recognized some of them.

Others
not.

But
all of them were armed to the teeth and in armor.

When
they saw the group making their way towards them, they all finished
up their tasks and made their way into the shuttle where Rex pulled
Obi-Wan up the ramp along. “We’re all here! Raise the ramp and
go!” Rex called sternly before turning to Obi-Wan. “…Okay…
now you can ask.” He said quietly.

“…What
the kark is going on Rex?” Obi-Wan whispered, eyes wide, his free
hand shaking.

Things
had not made sense since Anakin became Vader and right now he
wondered…

“The
Alliance leadership are desperate,” Rex started slowly. “They…
were going to force you to help, to guilt you into it… as your duty
to the fallen Republic as a Jedi. We couldn’t allow that,” Rex
explained quietly before glancing around the cargo hold of the
shuttle they were taking out. “Vader will be after you, they know
it, they were going to use you as bait and…” The captain
swallowed.

Waxer
spoke up. “We
got our hands on an old refurbished CR-12 Corvette,” He smiled
happily only for the smile to fade. “They’re not using us and
they’re not using you. We’ve bleed enough for people who never
cared. And if we find vode and Jedi along the way, we’ll take them
with us as we take potshots at the Empire but we’re not being used by others, not anymore.” He added softly.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan looked at the serious faces around him before letting out a
quiet nose and stepping into Rex space, wrapping his arms around the
mans neck to hide his face in a pauldron. “…Thank
you.” He breathed out, feeling arms slowly come up around him in
return.

“An
par solus, bal solus par an Obi-Wan.” Rex murmured.

‘All
for one, one for all… fitting.’ Obi-Wan tightened his hold.