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Hello Moddy!! How are you? I’ve been going through your stories tag by tag and o have to say they’re all amazing and so are you! I was wondering if you would mind writing a bit for ‘belong to me’ where Obi talks to Quin about alphas again since obi kinda understands more now? Thanks!

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Lifting
the cup to his lips and taking a small sip, Obi-Wan knotted his brows
before sighing and giving the other Jedi a dull look.

Quinlan
just shrugged with a grin. “Well what did you really think would
happen? You know I don’t really do tea.” He chuckled quietly
while dropping down on the mound of pillows that made up his seat
around the small caff table he owned.

To
be fair, Obi-Wan did sort of like the ascetic of sitting on the comfy
pillows on the floor but his back preferred his own couch he would
willingly admit. “Then why did you offer me tea you big goon?”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and took another reluctant sip.

“Because
I know you don’t like this beer,” Quinlan shrugged, taking a sip
of the imported kiffu beer he had gotten specially for himself. “And
I don’t have anything else right now as I just came home from a
four month long mission.” He finished with a wink.

“Is
that why you’re reeking of alphas?” Obi-Wan noted with a tiny bit
of amusement.

A
knowing smirk crossed Quinlan’s face at that. “I found myself
some fun, you know I enjoy it. But from what the rumor mill says I’m
not the only one finding alphas lately.” He said smugly.

Wiggling
a bit on the comfy pillow, Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip before settling
his cup down on the table. “I have. Anakin to be precise.” He
murmured while
trying not to feel ashamed as he had up in the council chamber under
the gaze of all the venerated Jedi masters.

“Skywalker…
huh well that’s a monogamous relationship if I ever heard of one.”
Quinlan mused, watching Obi-Wan get to his feet to make a new cup of
tea instead of drinking the bitter sludge Quinlan had made.

Tapping
his fingers on the counter of Quinlan’s little kitchenette, Obi-Wan
smiled shyly down at the counter top. “I’m fine with that…
actually I’d prefer that compared to having several alphas. We’re
just waiting for my heat.” He stated quietly.

Quinlan
sat back in his mound of pillows, taking several sips of his beer
before shrugging. “Honestly, you might want to get a bit naughty
before the heat, just to see how compatible you bot-Obi-Wan you dog,
you two already have!” Quinlan cackled at the flush turning
Obi-Wan’s ears a deep red.

“Just…
look our mission went a bit off kilter and I was covered in pollen
which lowered my inhibitions… it kind of sent me into a miniature
heat and I might have… exposed a few secrets to Anakin.” He
cleared his throat, pouring water into the cup with the tea infuser.

Shaking
his head in amusement, Quinlan tucked his dreads behind his ears.
“Only you would get covered in inhibition reducing pollen and end
up confessing to the alpha you’ve wanted for ages,” He snorted a
bit before softening a bit. “But you get it now?” He questioned,
the sun sinking outside lighting up the yellow stripe over his nose.

“I
get it,” Obi-Wan admitted tenderly, staring at the cup as the water
turned brown from the black tea he had picked out. There would never
be another day where Obi-Wan would not understand the craving an
omega had for an alpha and how it felt to fill in that need, that
desire of love, warmth, belonging…

He
did now, he
belonged to Anakin, his
alpha who looked at Obi-Wan as if he hung the stars.
“But I’m glad I waited.” He added with a small chuckle, raising
his eyes to meet the others brown ones.

Smirking
a bit, Quinlan shrugged. “To each their own. We might all be
omega’s but we’re all different and we all have different needs,”
He finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the
caff table. “But where is your alpha?” He questioned with a
raised eyebrow.

“Reluctantly
giving me space and getting our quarters ready,” The Jedi master
shrugged as he pulled out the infuser and set it on the saucer to
avoid the tea becoming bitter, taking note of the darkness lowering
outside the temple. “We didn’t have much food either and I think
Anakin wants to spend as much time together as physically possible…
he’s very needy.” Obi-Wan chuckled meekly.

Pausing,
as he was about to get up for a new bottle of beer, Quinlan stared at
him before letting out a chuckle. “He’s gonna devour you whole.”
He shook his head, dreads shaking as he got to his feet and headed to
the fridge for another bottle.

‘I
wouldn’t actually mind it if Anakin ate me right up…’ Obi-Wan
mused as he took a slow sip, his ears once more turning a deep red at
the line of thought his mind was taking and the knowing look on
Quinlan’s face when he returned.

Well
whatever, Anakin was his alpha.

Hello Moddy!! How are you? I’ve been going through your stories tag by tag and o have to say they’re all amazing and so are you! I was wondering if you would mind writing a bit for ‘belong to me’ where Obi talks to Quin about alphas again since obi kinda understands more now? Thanks!

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Lifting
the cup to his lips and taking a small sip, Obi-Wan knotted his brows
before sighing and giving the other Jedi a dull look.

Quinlan
just shrugged with a grin. “Well what did you really think would
happen? You know I don’t really do tea.” He chuckled quietly
while dropping down on the mound of pillows that made up his seat
around the small caff table he owned.

To
be fair, Obi-Wan did sort of like the ascetic of sitting on the comfy
pillows on the floor but his back preferred his own couch he would
willingly admit. “Then why did you offer me tea you big goon?”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and took another reluctant sip.

“Because
I know you don’t like this beer,” Quinlan shrugged, taking a sip
of the imported kiffu beer he had gotten specially for himself. “And
I don’t have anything else right now as I just came home from a
four month long mission.” He finished with a wink.

“Is
that why you’re reeking of alphas?” Obi-Wan noted with a tiny bit
of amusement.

A
knowing smirk crossed Quinlan’s face at that. “I found myself
some fun, you know I enjoy it. But from what the rumor mill says I’m
not the only one finding alphas lately.” He said smugly.

Wiggling
a bit on the comfy pillow, Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip before settling
his cup down on the table. “I have. Anakin to be precise.” He
murmured while
trying not to feel ashamed as he had up in the council chamber under
the gaze of all the venerated Jedi masters.

“Skywalker…
huh well that’s a monogamous relationship if I ever heard of one.”
Quinlan mused, watching Obi-Wan get to his feet to make a new cup of
tea instead of drinking the bitter sludge Quinlan had made.

Tapping
his fingers on the counter of Quinlan’s little kitchenette, Obi-Wan
smiled shyly down at the counter top. “I’m fine with that…
actually I’d prefer that compared to having several alphas. We’re
just waiting for my heat.” He stated quietly.

Quinlan
sat back in his mound of pillows, taking several sips of his beer
before shrugging. “Honestly, you might want to get a bit naughty
before the heat, just to see how compatible you bot-Obi-Wan you dog,
you two already have!” Quinlan cackled at the flush turning
Obi-Wan’s ears a deep red.

“Just…
look our mission went a bit off kilter and I was covered in pollen
which lowered my inhibitions… it kind of sent me into a miniature
heat and I might have… exposed a few secrets to Anakin.” He
cleared his throat, pouring water into the cup with the tea infuser.

Shaking
his head in amusement, Quinlan tucked his dreads behind his ears.
“Only you would get covered in inhibition reducing pollen and end
up confessing to the alpha you’ve wanted for ages,” He snorted a
bit before softening a bit. “But you get it now?” He questioned,
the sun sinking outside lighting up the yellow stripe over his nose.

“I
get it,” Obi-Wan admitted tenderly, staring at the cup as the water
turned brown from the black tea he had picked out. There would never
be another day where Obi-Wan would not understand the craving an
omega had for an alpha and how it felt to fill in that need, that
desire of love, warmth, belonging…

He
did now, he
belonged to Anakin, his
alpha who looked at Obi-Wan as if he hung the stars.
“But I’m glad I waited.” He added with a small chuckle, raising
his eyes to meet the others brown ones.

Smirking
a bit, Quinlan shrugged. “To each their own. We might all be
omega’s but we’re all different and we all have different needs,”
He finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the
caff table. “But where is your alpha?” He questioned with a
raised eyebrow.

“Reluctantly
giving me space and getting our quarters ready,” The Jedi master
shrugged as he pulled out the infuser and set it on the saucer to
avoid the tea becoming bitter, taking note of the darkness lowering
outside the temple. “We didn’t have much food either and I think
Anakin wants to spend as much time together as physically possible…
he’s very needy.” Obi-Wan chuckled meekly.

Pausing,
as he was about to get up for a new bottle of beer, Quinlan stared at
him before letting out a chuckle. “He’s gonna devour you whole.”
He shook his head, dreads shaking as he got to his feet and headed to
the fridge for another bottle.

‘I
wouldn’t actually mind it if Anakin ate me right up…’ Obi-Wan
mused as he took a slow sip, his ears once more turning a deep red at
the line of thought his mind was taking and the knowing look on
Quinlan’s face when he returned.

Well
whatever, Anakin was his alpha.

BeNotGuilty: How “old” is Obi-Wan now that he has a body again? I do believe his first meeting with Anakin is probably quite different since the “age-gap” is “smaller”. And what of his friends?

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Looking
up in surprise when the elevator door chimed from
his slightly elevated position in the windowsill,
Obi-Wan blinked in confusion as Quinlan and Master Qui-Gon entered
the entrance area for the council chamber. Even more confusing was
the young boy right behind them that had fisted his hand into oldest
Jedi master robe, clearly uncertain and maybe a bit scared.

“Hey
there shrimp,” Quinlan said cheerfully, coming over to give Obi-Wan
a fist bump with a wide grin. So far Quinlan had been the one to
adjust the best to Obi-Wan’s situation, being a young boy compared
to those who had once been his age mates. “You waiting on your
master?”

Humming
a bit, Obi-Wan nodded while lifting his pad. “Master Mace said
there was a late meeting and that he’d be stuck for a while so I
should bring
my homework.” He rubbed the back of his neck, bowing his head to
Qui-Gon in greeting even if he was confused about the situation.

Especially
since Mace had wanted him with.

Generally
his master just told him to go sleep if a meeting was going to
stretch on.

“Obi-Wan,”
Qui-Gon settled a hand on the blond boy’s shoulder, pulling him
forward so Obi-Wan could properly see him. He was young, maybe around
ten so just a two
years
younger than Obi-Wan most
likely,
wearing
rough homespun clothes that had clearly seen better days and Obi-Wan
would guess that his family was in the poorer section of the world.
“This is Anakin.” He murmured.

‘Potentially
from a world with very little resources for the lower classes.’ He
mused even as he bowed his head to Anakin. “I’d get up to greet
you properly but I’m not allowed to move about, I’m Obi-Wan
Kenobi.” Obi-Wan told the other boy with a small smile.

“I’m
Anakin Skywalker!” The blond said gleefully before scrunching up
his nose. “You’re not allowed to move?” He asked with confusion
and something that sounded like burgeoning fear.

“What
did you do now Obi-Wan?” Quinlan questioned suspiciously before
taking note of the hoverchair standing by the council doors.
“…Obi-Wan why is there a hoverchair in the room.” He asked
slowly.

Smiling
sheepishly, Obi-Wan scratched the back of his head. “I
haven’t tried climbing the temple tower of First Knowledge nor did
I fall off said tower if that’s what you’re thinking. And Master
Mace isn’t showing me the consequences of my actions and punishing
me by depriving me of my only opportunity to move around so I have to
call him every time I want to move at the current moment.” He said,
his tone so sheepish it made it obvious that it was exactly what he
had done.

Quinlan
and Qui-Gon exchanged gazes of shock while Anakin stared at him in
awe, obviously having seen the towers of the temple.

“And
I don’t also have quarter arrest and I’m only here because I
think Master Mace wants me to make sure Anakin here isn’t alone
while you two are in there.” Obi-Wan added, guessing what the
master of the order was up to.

He
may be wrong but hey, Mace was a fan of diverse punishments though
depending on what kind of person Anakin was, Obi-Wan might make a
friend his own age if he was lucky as he held out his pad. “Wanna
see what I’m doing for navigational tech calculation?” Obi-Wan
offered.

Anakin
blinked at the pad then quickly crawled in beside him. “Question
four is wrong, you’re off by eight clicks.” He pointed out
quickly.

Blinking
in surprise, Obi-Wan put the pad to his lap and looked over his
results again. “…Oh kark
you’re right!” He groaned, knowing he’d have to go through the
entire thing.

Both
kids had firmly forgotten the adults as
Quinlan turned to Qui-Gon. “Am I or you telling Windu that his
padawan is cursing?” He whispered.

“Mace
has no defense. He curses like a drunk deep rim pirate when he’s
not pretending to be a Jedi ‘master’ as he says.” Qui-Gon
chuckled quietly, having heard a lot worse from the mouth of Mace.

BeNotGuilty: How “old” is Obi-Wan now that he has a body again? I do believe his first meeting with Anakin is probably quite different since the “age-gap” is “smaller”. And what of his friends?

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Looking
up in surprise when the elevator door chimed from
his slightly elevated position in the windowsill,
Obi-Wan blinked in confusion as Quinlan and Master Qui-Gon entered
the entrance area for the council chamber. Even more confusing was
the young boy right behind them that had fisted his hand into oldest
Jedi master robe, clearly uncertain and maybe a bit scared.

“Hey
there shrimp,” Quinlan said cheerfully, coming over to give Obi-Wan
a fist bump with a wide grin. So far Quinlan had been the one to
adjust the best to Obi-Wan’s situation, being a young boy compared
to those who had once been his age mates. “You waiting on your
master?”

Humming
a bit, Obi-Wan nodded while lifting his pad. “Master Mace said
there was a late meeting and that he’d be stuck for a while so I
should bring
my homework.” He rubbed the back of his neck, bowing his head to
Qui-Gon in greeting even if he was confused about the situation.

Especially
since Mace had wanted him with.

Generally
his master just told him to go sleep if a meeting was going to
stretch on.

“Obi-Wan,”
Qui-Gon settled a hand on the blond boy’s shoulder, pulling him
forward so Obi-Wan could properly see him. He was young, maybe around
ten so just a two
years
younger than Obi-Wan most
likely,
wearing
rough homespun clothes that had clearly seen better days and Obi-Wan
would guess that his family was in the poorer section of the world.
“This is Anakin.” He murmured.

‘Potentially
from a world with very little resources for the lower classes.’ He
mused even as he bowed his head to Anakin. “I’d get up to greet
you properly but I’m not allowed to move about, I’m Obi-Wan
Kenobi.” Obi-Wan told the other boy with a small smile.

“I’m
Anakin Skywalker!” The blond said gleefully before scrunching up
his nose. “You’re not allowed to move?” He asked with confusion
and something that sounded like burgeoning fear.

“What
did you do now Obi-Wan?” Quinlan questioned suspiciously before
taking note of the hoverchair standing by the council doors.
“…Obi-Wan why is there a hoverchair in the room.” He asked
slowly.

Smiling
sheepishly, Obi-Wan scratched the back of his head. “I
haven’t tried climbing the temple tower of First Knowledge nor did
I fall off said tower if that’s what you’re thinking. And Master
Mace isn’t showing me the consequences of my actions and punishing
me by depriving me of my only opportunity to move around so I have to
call him every time I want to move at the current moment.” He said,
his tone so sheepish it made it obvious that it was exactly what he
had done.

Quinlan
and Qui-Gon exchanged gazes of shock while Anakin stared at him in
awe, obviously having seen the towers of the temple.

“And
I don’t also have quarter arrest and I’m only here because I
think Master Mace wants me to make sure Anakin here isn’t alone
while you two are in there.” Obi-Wan added, guessing what the
master of the order was up to.

He
may be wrong but hey, Mace was a fan of diverse punishments though
depending on what kind of person Anakin was, Obi-Wan might make a
friend his own age if he was lucky as he held out his pad. “Wanna
see what I’m doing for navigational tech calculation?” Obi-Wan
offered.

Anakin
blinked at the pad then quickly crawled in beside him. “Question
four is wrong, you’re off by eight clicks.” He pointed out
quickly.

Blinking
in surprise, Obi-Wan put the pad to his lap and looked over his
results again. “…Oh kark
you’re right!” He groaned, knowing he’d have to go through the
entire thing.

Both
kids had firmly forgotten the adults as
Quinlan turned to Qui-Gon. “Am I or you telling Windu that his
padawan is cursing?” He whispered.

“Mace
has no defense. He curses like a drunk deep rim pirate when he’s
not pretending to be a Jedi ‘master’ as he says.” Qui-Gon
chuckled quietly, having heard a lot worse from the mouth of Mace.

#littlebrokenben- Ben is awakened and he continues to have flashbacks. Obi-Wan questions his master’s decision to bring Ben to the Temple.

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Settling
the plate in front of the other Jedi, Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “…We
shouldn’t have brought Ben to the temple.” He said softly while
moving around the table to his own seat to eat.

Looking
up from the plate, Qui-Gon smiled slightly. “I will admit I
panicked, we could have taken him to a med station along the way
however Obi-Wan… sand rash fever is very contagious and not every
planet do have the standard vaccinations, taking him anywhere but a
core planet could potentially be disastrous and taking him to the
first core planet we came to would not guarantee aid,” He picked up
his fork with a deep sigh. “And… the moment the council
discovered he was a time travel they wanted him here, there are
protocols to follow and I have to admit in this instance following
them would be the best idea.”
He said heavily.

“But
Ben flatlined!” Obi-Wan said in alarm, eyes wide.

“That
is the part that should not have happened,” Qui-Gon sat heavily
back in his chair. “Ben needed medical aid and he is a temporal
anomaly little one… and he clearly needs aid. He is skin starved
and traumatized.” He rubbed his hand over his beard.

Looking
down at his plate of panak crisps and fish, Obi-Wan considered that
before nodding slowly. He didn’t have to like that to understand
what Qui-Gon meant considering Ben was so alone out on Typhoon.

Looking
up at the other again, he smiled a tiny bit. “Are we returning to
the Halls once we’ve eaten?” He asked quietly.

Shaking
his head, Qui-Gon sat up. “No, we are going to the sparring halls.
I may want to return to see Ben but you are my padawan and I have
duties as your master.” He smiled warmly at the other.

“But
I want to see Ben too!” Obi-Wan sat up quickly, biting his lower
lip hard.

“We
both do,” Qui-Gon took a bite out of his food, chewing slowly to
gather his thoughts as Obi-Wan stared at him. “However we are also
Jedi, your health, education and comfort are my priority.” Qui-Gon
said sternly.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan stared at him before nodding slowly in understanding.
“I guess you’re right. But we can see Ben afterward?” He asked
hopefully.

“I
would really like that.” Qui-Gon agreed with a chuckle.

()()()

They
arrive to a full room when they finally go to see Ben, the light of
the room dimmed with a dampener in effect on the inside which causes
an unpleasant tingle over their skin as the Force mutes down around
them.

It
feels a bit like having his hands submerged in ice water.

The
reason for it comes apparent honestly the moment they enter though,
Ben sitting upright in bed with master Zukada,
who had taken over the major care of him, checking his eyes. “You
seem to be more stable after the dampener was put in effect. Clearly
putting a barrier between yourself and the Force Master Ben is key to
curbing your traumatic memories at the moment until we can lower your
fever properly and you are more able to deal with your environment.”
The twi’lek stated with some satisfaction.

“He
had flashbacks again?” Qui-Gon asked, bringing the rooms attention
on him.

Ben
gave him a pale lipped, dull smile, his chin dipping a bit which made
it clear he was almost on the verge of sleeping despite sitting up.

“Qui-Gon…”
He said blithely and Qui-Gon felt his heart melt at the sight of that
smile regardless how ill Ben was. It made him cross the room and sit
on the bedside, gently cupping the others cheek.

Ben
leaned into the hand, closing his eyes as he shivered at the touch.
“Hello Ben, how do you feel?” Qui-Gon questioned softly.

“Sleepy..
horrible.” Ben blinked slowly, nuzzling the warm palm on his cheek.
“You’re warm.” He hummed.

“I
recommend not questioning him until his fever is brought down and the
sand rash fever is no
longer in the inflectional stages as he will not be very coherent
until sand rash fever is in its last stage,” Zukada stated while
rubbing a lekku tiredly. “As
you see he’s not really all together currently because of the sand
rash and we can expect him to have hallucinations, spasms and
potentially a few Force outbursts still until at least the fever goes
down.” He explained.

Glancing
over to the council, Qui-Gon watched Yoda bob his head in
understanding with his ears twitching. “Wise that is. Another
flatline we avoid wish to regardless of need for answers we have,”
He grumbled before looking towards Qui-Gon and
Ben.
“Content at least he seems to be.” He stated with amusement, ears
twitching heavily as if he was suppressing the need to laugh.

Mace
had no such restraint and chuckled.

Looking
back to Ben, Qui-Gon felt his own lips twitch at the sight of Ben
sleeping with Qui-Gon’s arm grasped to his chest like a teddy bear,
his head still resting on the palm of the Jedi master. “Well I kind
of need that hand…” Qui-Gon hummed softly before reaching out
with his free hand to stroke the others hair out of his face,
watching
the other for a moment before shifting in closer and settling against
the headboard, Ben curled against his chest with the arm still
captured.

#littlebrokenben- Ben is awakened and he continues to have flashbacks. Obi-Wan questions his master’s decision to bring Ben to the Temple.

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Settling
the plate in front of the other Jedi, Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “…We
shouldn’t have brought Ben to the temple.” He said softly while
moving around the table to his own seat to eat.

Looking
up from the plate, Qui-Gon smiled slightly. “I will admit I
panicked, we could have taken him to a med station along the way
however Obi-Wan… sand rash fever is very contagious and not every
planet do have the standard vaccinations, taking him anywhere but a
core planet could potentially be disastrous and taking him to the
first core planet we came to would not guarantee aid,” He picked up
his fork with a deep sigh. “And… the moment the council
discovered he was a time travel they wanted him here, there are
protocols to follow and I have to admit in this instance following
them would be the best idea.”
He said heavily.

“But
Ben flatlined!” Obi-Wan said in alarm, eyes wide.

“That
is the part that should not have happened,” Qui-Gon sat heavily
back in his chair. “Ben needed medical aid and he is a temporal
anomaly little one… and he clearly needs aid. He is skin starved
and traumatized.” He rubbed his hand over his beard.

Looking
down at his plate of panak crisps and fish, Obi-Wan considered that
before nodding slowly. He didn’t have to like that to understand
what Qui-Gon meant considering Ben was so alone out on Typhoon.

Looking
up at the other again, he smiled a tiny bit. “Are we returning to
the Halls once we’ve eaten?” He asked quietly.

Shaking
his head, Qui-Gon sat up. “No, we are going to the sparring halls.
I may want to return to see Ben but you are my padawan and I have
duties as your master.” He smiled warmly at the other.

“But
I want to see Ben too!” Obi-Wan sat up quickly, biting his lower
lip hard.

“We
both do,” Qui-Gon took a bite out of his food, chewing slowly to
gather his thoughts as Obi-Wan stared at him. “However we are also
Jedi, your health, education and comfort are my priority.” Qui-Gon
said sternly.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan stared at him before nodding slowly in understanding.
“I guess you’re right. But we can see Ben afterward?” He asked
hopefully.

“I
would really like that.” Qui-Gon agreed with a chuckle.

()()()

They
arrive to a full room when they finally go to see Ben, the light of
the room dimmed with a dampener in effect on the inside which causes
an unpleasant tingle over their skin as the Force mutes down around
them.

It
feels a bit like having his hands submerged in ice water.

The
reason for it comes apparent honestly the moment they enter though,
Ben sitting upright in bed with master Zukada,
who had taken over the major care of him, checking his eyes. “You
seem to be more stable after the dampener was put in effect. Clearly
putting a barrier between yourself and the Force Master Ben is key to
curbing your traumatic memories at the moment until we can lower your
fever properly and you are more able to deal with your environment.”
The twi’lek stated with some satisfaction.

“He
had flashbacks again?” Qui-Gon asked, bringing the rooms attention
on him.

Ben
gave him a pale lipped, dull smile, his chin dipping a bit which made
it clear he was almost on the verge of sleeping despite sitting up.

“Qui-Gon…”
He said blithely and Qui-Gon felt his heart melt at the sight of that
smile regardless how ill Ben was. It made him cross the room and sit
on the bedside, gently cupping the others cheek.

Ben
leaned into the hand, closing his eyes as he shivered at the touch.
“Hello Ben, how do you feel?” Qui-Gon questioned softly.

“Sleepy..
horrible.” Ben blinked slowly, nuzzling the warm palm on his cheek.
“You’re warm.” He hummed.

“I
recommend not questioning him until his fever is brought down and the
sand rash fever is no
longer in the inflectional stages as he will not be very coherent
until sand rash fever is in its last stage,” Zukada stated while
rubbing a lekku tiredly. “As
you see he’s not really all together currently because of the sand
rash and we can expect him to have hallucinations, spasms and
potentially a few Force outbursts still until at least the fever goes
down.” He explained.

Glancing
over to the council, Qui-Gon watched Yoda bob his head in
understanding with his ears twitching. “Wise that is. Another
flatline we avoid wish to regardless of need for answers we have,”
He grumbled before looking towards Qui-Gon and
Ben.
“Content at least he seems to be.” He stated with amusement, ears
twitching heavily as if he was suppressing the need to laugh.

Mace
had no such restraint and chuckled.

Looking
back to Ben, Qui-Gon felt his own lips twitch at the sight of Ben
sleeping with Qui-Gon’s arm grasped to his chest like a teddy bear,
his head still resting on the palm of the Jedi master. “Well I kind
of need that hand…” Qui-Gon hummed softly before reaching out
with his free hand to stroke the others hair out of his face,
watching
the other for a moment before shifting in closer and settling against
the headboard, Ben curled against his chest with the arm still
captured.

Goldenpetals. I’m reading the last instalment as, Hanahaki depends on the sufferer’s perceptions. Obi-Wan thought he would not be loved, so developed it. Qui-Gon was content to wait for Obi-Wan’s knighting before investigating the possibility, so didn’t develop it until he thought Obi-Wan loved another. Is that right? Maybe Anakin needs it explained as well.

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Rubbing
the bridge of his nose in exasperation and clear tiredness, Anakin
finally raised his eyes to the couple cuddling on the couch and
squinted at them before levering a long finger at them. “Okay, let
me get this right… Obi-Wan developed hanahaki in his padawanhood
because he didn’t think you loved him,” He directed his gaze at
Qui-Gon. “At least not in the way required, romantic love which
hanahaki is needed to develop.” Anakin finished up, pausing.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan smiled wryly. “I didn’t think it was possible for him to
love me like that. I was just a padawan and more to the point, I was
his
padawan. He saw me at my best but also at my worst so how could he
love me?” Obi-Wan explained quietly only to cuddle up against
Qui-Gon’s side when the bigger man let out a wounded noise. Pulling
his feet up into the couch under himself, Obi-Wan pressed a soft kiss
to Qui-Gon’s jawline in assurance.

Nodding
while rubbing his face, Anakin decided he was not touching the self
doubt issue in that sentence alone and instead pointed at Qui-Gon.
“You however were
in love with him. However you knew that as a padawan you had too much
power over him and therefor you didn’t develop hanahaki while he
was your padawan,” Qui-Gon inclined his head in agreement, his arm
wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist with his large hand resting on
Obi-Wan’s stomach. “However when you returned you saw him
experiencing
hanahaki only to assume that it wasn’t possible for it to be for
you, thereby sealing your fate in thinking you had lost your chance
to have Obi-Wan’s love even though he never stopped loving you.”
Anakin finished up.

“That
does seem to sum it all up neatly yes.” Qui-Gon hummed quietly,
settling his cheek on top of Obi-Wan’s head.

Sitting
still for several long moments, Anakin finally threw his hands up
into the air. “I don’t get this disease. Its so fucking stupid.”
He huffed while collapsing back in the recliner.

“Welcome
to the galaxy Anakin, its a stupid mess of confusing things.”
Obi-Wan chuckled tiredly before jerking a bit as a coughing fit took
him by surprise, grasping the offered napkin from Qui-Gon to cough
petals into.

“And
that!” Anakin pointed at Obi-Wan in horror. “There are still
flowers!” He sat up again quickly, back stiff from fear.

Rubbing
Obi-Wan’s back as he coughed up phlegm
and petals, Qui-Gon gave Anakin a tight smile. “The flowers won’t
just disappear into thin air Anakin,” He
explained quietly, his voice a deep rumble. “They have to come out
on their own and can take everything from days to weeks. My own lungs
are empty already because I was only in the first stages of the
disease but Obi-Wan is in the last stages, all he is missing is the
steam of his flower and therefor there is more for him to cough up…
it may take him weeks.” He tacked on as Obi-Wan finally stopped,
the napkin filled with flower that he dropped into the bowl on the
caff table.

Swallowing,
Anakin stared at his former master for
a long moment as Obi-Wan caught his breath once more, his face pale
but smiling.
“…So you’re not going to die?” He whispered quietly, a
tinge of desperation in his voice.

Pushing
to his feet, Obi-Wan moved around the caff table and reached out.
“I’m not dying yet Anakin.” Obi-Wan promised quietly as he
hugged the other, Anakin’s arms coming up around him in
desperation.

Qui-Gon
could only imagine the face Anakin was making into Obi-Wan’s tunic
at that moment as he clung to the man, the knuckles of his flesh hand
turning white as he dug his nails into Obi-Wan’s back.

“…I
thought I was going to loose you, I thought you were going to leave
me too…” Anakin’s voice came muffled and heavy against
Obi-Wan’s tunic and Obi-Wan let out a low noise before sitting down
in Anakin’s lap to hug him tightly against his chest, rocking the
blond.

Anakin’s
shoulders trembled as Obi-Wan spoke quietly, cupping the back of the
curly blond hair into his shoulder. “I’m not leaving you dearest
one, my dear padawan. I’m going to stay here Anakin and I’ll
recover and once more gain my breath, it will be me and you once
more, the Team. The Hero with No Fear and the Negotiator, out
terrorizing the galaxy once more and blowing up ships and ourselves
at the same time.” Obi-Wan promised quietly which provoked a wet
laugh from Anakin as Obi-Wan sent Qui-Gon a small, bashful smile as
the other got to see just how attached Obi-Wan was to his former
padawan.

Qui-Gon
just smiled.

He
was no hidebound councilor who sat on the code and saw no change, not
all attachment was bad and love could be beautiful in all its forms,
be it between those who loved each other romantically or those who
loved each other in a platonic.

And
even a fool could see how much Obi-Wan loved Anakin in this moment,
the warmth and tender love suffusing the Force to the very core like
the scent of incense filling a room with its scent.

Just
so did Obi-Wan’s love for Anakin fill the Force, warm and pure.

Goldenpetals. I’m reading the last instalment as, Hanahaki depends on the sufferer’s perceptions. Obi-Wan thought he would not be loved, so developed it. Qui-Gon was content to wait for Obi-Wan’s knighting before investigating the possibility, so didn’t develop it until he thought Obi-Wan loved another. Is that right? Maybe Anakin needs it explained as well.

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Rubbing
the bridge of his nose in exasperation and clear tiredness, Anakin
finally raised his eyes to the couple cuddling on the couch and
squinted at them before levering a long finger at them. “Okay, let
me get this right… Obi-Wan developed hanahaki in his padawanhood
because he didn’t think you loved him,” He directed his gaze at
Qui-Gon. “At least not in the way required, romantic love which
hanahaki is needed to develop.” Anakin finished up, pausing.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan smiled wryly. “I didn’t think it was possible for him to
love me like that. I was just a padawan and more to the point, I was
his
padawan. He saw me at my best but also at my worst so how could he
love me?” Obi-Wan explained quietly only to cuddle up against
Qui-Gon’s side when the bigger man let out a wounded noise. Pulling
his feet up into the couch under himself, Obi-Wan pressed a soft kiss
to Qui-Gon’s jawline in assurance.

Nodding
while rubbing his face, Anakin decided he was not touching the self
doubt issue in that sentence alone and instead pointed at Qui-Gon.
“You however were
in love with him. However you knew that as a padawan you had too much
power over him and therefor you didn’t develop hanahaki while he
was your padawan,” Qui-Gon inclined his head in agreement, his arm
wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist with his large hand resting on
Obi-Wan’s stomach. “However when you returned you saw him
experiencing
hanahaki only to assume that it wasn’t possible for it to be for
you, thereby sealing your fate in thinking you had lost your chance
to have Obi-Wan’s love even though he never stopped loving you.”
Anakin finished up.

“That
does seem to sum it all up neatly yes.” Qui-Gon hummed quietly,
settling his cheek on top of Obi-Wan’s head.

Sitting
still for several long moments, Anakin finally threw his hands up
into the air. “I don’t get this disease. Its so fucking stupid.”
He huffed while collapsing back in the recliner.

“Welcome
to the galaxy Anakin, its a stupid mess of confusing things.”
Obi-Wan chuckled tiredly before jerking a bit as a coughing fit took
him by surprise, grasping the offered napkin from Qui-Gon to cough
petals into.

“And
that!” Anakin pointed at Obi-Wan in horror. “There are still
flowers!” He sat up again quickly, back stiff from fear.

Rubbing
Obi-Wan’s back as he coughed up phlegm
and petals, Qui-Gon gave Anakin a tight smile. “The flowers won’t
just disappear into thin air Anakin,” He
explained quietly, his voice a deep rumble. “They have to come out
on their own and can take everything from days to weeks. My own lungs
are empty already because I was only in the first stages of the
disease but Obi-Wan is in the last stages, all he is missing is the
steam of his flower and therefor there is more for him to cough up…
it may take him weeks.” He tacked on as Obi-Wan finally stopped,
the napkin filled with flower that he dropped into the bowl on the
caff table.

Swallowing,
Anakin stared at his former master for
a long moment as Obi-Wan caught his breath once more, his face pale
but smiling.
“…So you’re not going to die?” He whispered quietly, a
tinge of desperation in his voice.

Pushing
to his feet, Obi-Wan moved around the caff table and reached out.
“I’m not dying yet Anakin.” Obi-Wan promised quietly as he
hugged the other, Anakin’s arms coming up around him in
desperation.

Qui-Gon
could only imagine the face Anakin was making into Obi-Wan’s tunic
at that moment as he clung to the man, the knuckles of his flesh hand
turning white as he dug his nails into Obi-Wan’s back.

“…I
thought I was going to loose you, I thought you were going to leave
me too…” Anakin’s voice came muffled and heavy against
Obi-Wan’s tunic and Obi-Wan let out a low noise before sitting down
in Anakin’s lap to hug him tightly against his chest, rocking the
blond.

Anakin’s
shoulders trembled as Obi-Wan spoke quietly, cupping the back of the
curly blond hair into his shoulder. “I’m not leaving you dearest
one, my dear padawan. I’m going to stay here Anakin and I’ll
recover and once more gain my breath, it will be me and you once
more, the Team. The Hero with No Fear and the Negotiator, out
terrorizing the galaxy once more and blowing up ships and ourselves
at the same time.” Obi-Wan promised quietly which provoked a wet
laugh from Anakin as Obi-Wan sent Qui-Gon a small, bashful smile as
the other got to see just how attached Obi-Wan was to his former
padawan.

Qui-Gon
just smiled.

He
was no hidebound councilor who sat on the code and saw no change, not
all attachment was bad and love could be beautiful in all its forms,
be it between those who loved each other romantically or those who
loved each other in a platonic.

And
even a fool could see how much Obi-Wan loved Anakin in this moment,
the warmth and tender love suffusing the Force to the very core like
the scent of incense filling a room with its scent.

Just
so did Obi-Wan’s love for Anakin fill the Force, warm and pure.

Okay but now give us some family time with Burningbird. Cause Obi-Wan and Anakin karking need it.

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Caressing
the bulging stomach gently with his fingertips, Anakin trilled softly
into his mate’s ear as Obi-Wan soaked up the comfort of being at
home. So far the other starbird had yet to leave their quarters
despite being home for a good week but Anakin didn’t blame him.

Obi-Wan
still did katas gingerly in their living room, he ate and he meet up
with those who came to see them in their quarters.

If
he needed to remain in their nest area to feel safe and soak in
comfort than Anakin would be more than happy to provide just that for
his mate. And honestly Anakin needed it himself, the fear of
discovering Obi-Wan missing still aching in his bones like a physical
manifestation.

And
the sight of those bruise marks on the others stomach had made him
even more upset.

Palpatine
could have done anything
to his mate, to his little birds.

They
could have died and Anakin could once more be alone in the wide
galaxy as the only Republican starbird.

‘I
would have gone into wild space if that happened,’ He thought
bleakly to himself, hooking his chin onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder as his
mate continued watching the holo, some kind of documentary that
Anakin didn’t care for but wanted his mate to be comfortable so he
had said yes to see. ‘I would have left and never come back… I
would have let myself implode and become the star dust of the galaxy
without him. I can’t do loneliness once more and knowing my mate is
fully gone.’ Anakin breathed out shakily and then smiled when there
was a push against his fingers.

They
were all alive, thinking ‘if’ would only drive him insane and
like Master Qui-Gon liked to say, ‘stay in the moment’.

Stay
in the moment with his mate and his unborn children, stay in the
moment of happiness where at least for now Obi-Wan was safe though
they would never truly be safe until the damn Sith was dealt with.

A
hand cupped his and squeezed, prompting Anakin to shift his mate
until Obi-Wan was sitting sideways instead so he was able to look the
other in the eye more easily. Obi-Wan smiled at that and nuzzled his
nose against Anakin’s. “I’m going to be alright. Our hatchlings
will be alright.” He promised quietly.

Breathing
out, Anakin pressed a kiss to the others cheek. “I know… I just…
I keep expecting you to be gone. Keep thinking you’re missing and
I…” He swallowed heavily, feeling tears press heavy against the
back of his head.

Obi-Wan
chirped gently, pressing their foreheads together. “I know. I keep
waking and expecting to be back there… but I’m not. You found me,
you got me back home. You got us
back home.” He took his mate’s hands and pressed them to his
stomach.

Smiling
at that, Anakin glanced down, chuckling when the twins kicked inside
of the other as if in agreement with their carrier. “I got you
home… you’re home,” He repeated. “I’ll believe it soon, I
just… need the reassurance of seeing and feeling you.” Anakin
wrapped his arms around the other, settling his hand on the small of
Obi-Wan’s back.

They
lapsed into silence for a while, just soaking in each others company
until Obi-Wan let out a thoughtful noise. “You know, we never did
settle on names for them.” He blinked heavily.

“To
be fair,” Anakin rubbed the belly. “We don’t know the gender
since we decided not to ask. But we could pick a few options I
guess?” He added with excitement, their children forming in his
mind as he thought of names.

Rubbing
his beard slowly, Obi-Wan smiled. “Well… Shmi? After your mother
perhaps if one of them is a girl?”

Flattered
and a bit misty eyed, Anakin kissed the other softly. “Maybe as a
middle name… I like the name Leia.” He murmured.

“Leia…”
Obi-Wan tested the name in his mouth before smiling in agreement,
nodding. “I like it, if we have a girl. How about a boy name?” He
shifted. “I kind of like Luke, it means light giver.” He grinned.

Snorting
at that, Anakin nodded. “Luke the light giver. Well that’s a good
name for a starbird’s first life if I ever heard one.” He
continued sniggering before
blinking. “Wait, what does Leia mean? Do you know.”

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Obi-Wan squinted before shrugging. “Now I’m
not sure but I think it means child of heaven?” He said
uncertainly.

The
two stared at each other before cracking up as they both realized the
same thing.

Leia
Skywalker, the child of heaven walking the sky.

It
was good to laugh finally,
after all the days of torment and fear.

Okay but now give us some family time with Burningbird. Cause Obi-Wan and Anakin karking need it.

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Caressing
the bulging stomach gently with his fingertips, Anakin trilled softly
into his mate’s ear as Obi-Wan soaked up the comfort of being at
home. So far the other starbird had yet to leave their quarters
despite being home for a good week but Anakin didn’t blame him.

Obi-Wan
still did katas gingerly in their living room, he ate and he meet up
with those who came to see them in their quarters.

If
he needed to remain in their nest area to feel safe and soak in
comfort than Anakin would be more than happy to provide just that for
his mate. And honestly Anakin needed it himself, the fear of
discovering Obi-Wan missing still aching in his bones like a physical
manifestation.

And
the sight of those bruise marks on the others stomach had made him
even more upset.

Palpatine
could have done anything
to his mate, to his little birds.

They
could have died and Anakin could once more be alone in the wide
galaxy as the only Republican starbird.

‘I
would have gone into wild space if that happened,’ He thought
bleakly to himself, hooking his chin onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder as his
mate continued watching the holo, some kind of documentary that
Anakin didn’t care for but wanted his mate to be comfortable so he
had said yes to see. ‘I would have left and never come back… I
would have let myself implode and become the star dust of the galaxy
without him. I can’t do loneliness once more and knowing my mate is
fully gone.’ Anakin breathed out shakily and then smiled when there
was a push against his fingers.

They
were all alive, thinking ‘if’ would only drive him insane and
like Master Qui-Gon liked to say, ‘stay in the moment’.

Stay
in the moment with his mate and his unborn children, stay in the
moment of happiness where at least for now Obi-Wan was safe though
they would never truly be safe until the damn Sith was dealt with.

A
hand cupped his and squeezed, prompting Anakin to shift his mate
until Obi-Wan was sitting sideways instead so he was able to look the
other in the eye more easily. Obi-Wan smiled at that and nuzzled his
nose against Anakin’s. “I’m going to be alright. Our hatchlings
will be alright.” He promised quietly.

Breathing
out, Anakin pressed a kiss to the others cheek. “I know… I just…
I keep expecting you to be gone. Keep thinking you’re missing and
I…” He swallowed heavily, feeling tears press heavy against the
back of his head.

Obi-Wan
chirped gently, pressing their foreheads together. “I know. I keep
waking and expecting to be back there… but I’m not. You found me,
you got me back home. You got us
back home.” He took his mate’s hands and pressed them to his
stomach.

Smiling
at that, Anakin glanced down, chuckling when the twins kicked inside
of the other as if in agreement with their carrier. “I got you
home… you’re home,” He repeated. “I’ll believe it soon, I
just… need the reassurance of seeing and feeling you.” Anakin
wrapped his arms around the other, settling his hand on the small of
Obi-Wan’s back.

They
lapsed into silence for a while, just soaking in each others company
until Obi-Wan let out a thoughtful noise. “You know, we never did
settle on names for them.” He blinked heavily.

“To
be fair,” Anakin rubbed the belly. “We don’t know the gender
since we decided not to ask. But we could pick a few options I
guess?” He added with excitement, their children forming in his
mind as he thought of names.

Rubbing
his beard slowly, Obi-Wan smiled. “Well… Shmi? After your mother
perhaps if one of them is a girl?”

Flattered
and a bit misty eyed, Anakin kissed the other softly. “Maybe as a
middle name… I like the name Leia.” He murmured.

“Leia…”
Obi-Wan tested the name in his mouth before smiling in agreement,
nodding. “I like it, if we have a girl. How about a boy name?” He
shifted. “I kind of like Luke, it means light giver.” He grinned.

Snorting
at that, Anakin nodded. “Luke the light giver. Well that’s a good
name for a starbird’s first life if I ever heard one.” He
continued sniggering before
blinking. “Wait, what does Leia mean? Do you know.”

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Obi-Wan squinted before shrugging. “Now I’m
not sure but I think it means child of heaven?” He said
uncertainly.

The
two stared at each other before cracking up as they both realized the
same thing.

Leia
Skywalker, the child of heaven walking the sky.

It
was good to laugh finally,
after all the days of torment and fear.