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Ok, so the latest MajorStars have me melting from the gooey warm happy love everywhere from Ani, can we maybe see Obi and/or Qui’s perspective on what’s happening/Ani’ s behavior? As always, your writing is fantastic, no pressure, and I hope you’re doing well!!!

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Stroking through Anakin’s hair slowly as he peered down at the sleeping child, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile. Clearly the day had been too much for the eleven year old but he had tried so much to keep awake and speak with Obi-Wan and it had been…

‘Adorable,’ Obi-Wan watched Anakin burrow more into his lap, sighing softly as his chest rose and fell steadily. ‘My son is adorable and sweet.’ Anakin had asked so many questions, from Obi-Wan’s missions to what Obi-Wan liked and even if Obi-Wan had a favorite color.

But he was just eleven.

And every eleven year old’s eventually got tired, slowly slumping against Obi-Wan until the knight had slowly and carefully slid the boy until he was laying on the couch with his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, stroking his hair slowly as Anakin blinked large, blue eyes at him until sleep claimed him.

“Better get him into bed,” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, settling his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder when the other made to stand. “No, I’ll do it.” He smiled, Obi-Wan’s stomach fluttering at the sight as Qui-Gon stood and carefully lifted their son.

It was a sweet image and Obi-Wan’s hands itched to take a picture.

He resisted though, maybe he’d have the opportunity in the future.

For now he let Qui-Gon bring Anakin to bed, sitting back on the couch with a little sigh.

‘I didn’t know Anakin was so affectionate. I thought he might bow to me but…’ His mind flashed back to earlier, Anakin standing in the doorway, staring up at Obi-Wan with his wide eyes. ‘He came right over and hugged me.’

Honestly, it had taken all Obi-Wan had not to blush at the act.

Having had Anakin, regardless how much he trained, his stomach kept a slightly plush girdle and while he was as strong or maybe even stronger than the next Jedi, he knew that that little girdle of fat made it look like Obi-Wan was less in shape than for say Qui-Gon.

It was one of the reasons he tried to avoid communal showers of the salles.

That and the stretchmarks that was.

Anakin however didn’t seem to mind it.

No honestly, the child seemed to like that even more, burying himself into Obi-Wan’s stomach, pressing his face to it.

“I’d offer a credit for your thoughts but I imagine I could guess where they were.” Obi-Wan looked up quickly, finding Qui-Gon settling back down beside him.

Smiling wryly, Obi-Wan shrugged slightly. “If you’re thinking its about Anakin, you’d be right.” He murmured, leaning forward to press the back of his hand to the teapot.

Lukewarm.

Oh well, it was better than cold and it be a shame to waste good tea so Obi-Wan poured himself a full cup of the lukewarm tea and took a large sip.

“He’s a very affectionate child.” Qui-Gon suddenly stated and Obi-Wan paused, glancing at the other man as Qui-Gon rubbed his beard slowly, looking thoughtful.

“…I noticed too. Is… isn’t that how he’s always been?” Obi-Wan slowly settled back against the couch again, turning mostly to the other Jedi.

A low hum escaped Qui-Gon. “…Not until recently,” Qui-Gon stated quietly, glancing at Obi-Wan and then away to the caff table. “Until now, he’s been a regular creche child, as affectionate as another but after I took him on as a padawan…”

The room went silent except for the chrono quietly ticking away and Obi-Wan slowly sipping at his tea.

“You… think he knows?” Obi-Wan whispered, unsure what to think about that.

Or what to feel.

They had been planning to tell Anakin of course but not for years and years, when he wouldn’t let emotions rule him. He was just a young boy after all and Obi-Wan didn’t want to burden him more than he had to.

“There is a possibility, yes,” Qui-Gon stated, sighing quietly before smiling at Obi-Wan and shrugging. “Nothing we can do about it if he does, we can only continue forward and teach him well.” He settled on.

Nodding slowly, Obi-Wan finished off the cup only to jump when large fingers caught the tresses of his hair. “Ah?” He flustered a bit as Qui-Gon gave his hair a gentle tug.

“Your hair has gone quite long Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon was smiling more softly at him. “When you left, it was still so short but now…” He leaned in and carefully tucked the hair behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “It suits you.” Qui-Gon voice was a deep rumble, his fingers lingering for a moment.

Obi-Wan had to fight the urge to squirm and flush, staring at his former master. “…Thank you Qui-Gon.” He whispered, his insides fluttering as he swore he could still feel the warmth of the others touch.

He had known for a long time how he felt about Qui-Gon but his time away had given Obi-Wan some time to cool emotions down… yet now… his return and visitation only reaffirmed those emotions once more, his heart racing in his chest at the lingering warmth of his master’s hand. ‘…Could he return those feelings?’

For Distant Pain, yayyayayayayayay Obi getting closer to the vode! Even though I’m on the edge of my seat for more ‘mysterious past’, right now having Obi healing is so nice and cathartic. Would any of these scenarios strike your fancy? 1. Obi meeting Zuru (who is BEST brother) 2. Obi in the cuddle puddle 3. Obi finding a vode to help him finish his tattoo?? No pressure, and thanks so much again for all sharing your beautiful writing!!

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Eyes closed, Obi-Wan continued to breath slowly in through his nose and out of his mouth, feeling more comfortable than he could remember being in years as he laid between two warm bodies on his left side.

At least while sober.

But that wasn’t something he was going to admit where anyone, especially the ones he was with now, could hear him.

‘Joining the vode cuddle puddle was the best idea ever and I am going to buy Rex, Zuru and Dogma something very nice once I’m at shore to thank them.’ Obi-Wan sleepily thought as Zuru nuzzled sleepily into Obi-Wan’s stomach.

Dogma had suited himself at Obi-Wan’s back, being a barrier for the Jedi between the door, as if he needed to reassure himself that Obi-Wan was safe somehow and didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Maybe a subconscious thing, because Obi-Wan had noted that he had waited until both he and Zuru was laying before he took his position.

The man had instantly spooned Obi-Wan, his arm coming protectively down around both Obi-Wan and Zuru and by the way Zuru was quietly making noises at time, Obi-Wan would guess that the pilot was being petted or head rubbed slightly.

Zuru had always enjoyed hair play, something Obi-Wan had found out in the first month of him and Zuru working together as they curled up together to conserve heat and, if Obi-Wan was honest, prevent the loneliness that he could feel setting into both of their bones.

The pilot had yet to develop shields or learning how to not project into the Force around a Jedi, so it was easy to read him without even trying back then.

Rex had also joined their cuddle puddle, sitting with Obi-Wan’s head resting in his lap, his fingers running through the un-gelled hair, leaving it soft and clean for the captain’s touch.

He’d felt a bit self-conscious to begin with when Rex had started but then the man had started alternating between running his fingers through the hair and then gently scratching at Obi-Wan’s scalp with blunt fingernails.

Heaven on earth, Obi-Wan had to bite in a moan even as he felt someone, Fives he thought, settle with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s left thigh, using it as a pillow since Obi-Wan’s legs were slightly spread.

The entire room had been covered in what looked like thin mats that were shockingly comfortable, what looked like every pillow and blanket not in the medbay and a few blowup mattresses for those that had bad backs or injuries.

And there were a few, who were recovering.

The entire room was full of everyone not on duty and yet it was so quiet and calming, the utter serenity and quiet joy of the room soaking into Obi-Wan’s very being, being part of why he was so comfortable.

The sensation of life and yet contentedness of a room full of people that adored each other and just wanted everyone to be happy…

If Obi-Wan was to say that Jedi had any drugs, it would be this.

A Jedi could get high of these sensations and emotions.

He made a low noise as he felt who he thought was Fives shift a bit, feeling someone else join the vod and reached down to blindly pet the man until Fives settled with whoever had joined them.

If Obi-Wan was to make a guess, based simply on the Force sensation of the person, it was Echo.

But it could also be someone else honestly.

The sensations were making him high and therefore Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what was up and down at this point, only that he was utterly safe and utterly content, Dogma’s arm slung around him and resting on Zuru, Zuru’s arm around his waist and Rex hands in his hair.

And then Fives hands almost shyly joined in, gently petting at Obi-Wan’s calf.

If there were such a thing as a true heaven, Obi-Wan would be tempted to call the vode for it as the doors slid open and Cotton started to chirp at them, coming to join Obi-Wan and his cuddle puddle by laying out on the Jedi’s hip, a comforting and familiar weight.

Heaven.

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.

Ohhh sheeveson is so interesting; I was and am curious how Obi’s nature will turn out with palpatine from the beginning rather than later on or as an enemy(I still can’t see him as quite needlessly cruel as sidious, though he would be cold/calculated). And would sheev have been as cruel in training with Obi as he was with other apprentices, since it was his own son? How will he play the new dynamic with anakin? Why does padme know he’s sensitive but the Jedi don’t? The questions… Thanks!

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Waiting until the decoy had greeted his
father, Obi-Wan moved forward with a small smile and grasped his
hands tightly, inclining his head respectfully. “Father.” He
greeted quietly. “Its good to see you.” Obi-Wan offered
genuinely.

“And it is good to see you my son.”
Sheev returned warmly, freeing one hand to reach up and rest it
affectionately on his boys cheek.

Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan gave as small
a sigh as he could while leaning into the hand to enjoy the affection
offered to him freely. Sheev was seldom affectionate in public and it
clued in to his father honestly being worried about him during the
invasion.

While Sheev had trained Obi-Wan, he had
never been as cruel to him as he had been to his own apprentices. He
couldn’t be termed as kind, Force no, but he had not hurt Obi-Wan
on purpose unless it was in battle training as pain was a tool to
learn your lessons well.

“I was with the Queen when the
invasion happened.” Obi-Wan murmured, straightening slowly with a
small smile towards the other man. “Because of my connection to you
it was deemed safer for me to come along than remain where the
Neimodians could attempt to use me.” He shrugged.

Sheev nodded at that before turning
back to the Queen decoy, hand still resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder
until he was leading the entourage away.

With that Obi-Wan turned to check where
Anakin was, finding the boy glancing at the Jedi.

Jinn was waving for Anakin to follow
the Naboo though.

Well than…

Feeling his brows reach up to his
brows, Obi-Wan shrugged and held out his hand towards Anakin, giving
the boy a soothing smile when he instantly perked up in relief and
quickly moved to Obi-Wan’s side to latch onto the redhead’s warm
hand with his small one.

“Thank you.” Anakin said shyly.

“Of course, if Jinn tells you to stay
with us, then I will look after you.” Obi-Wan murmured in return,
following after the rest with Anakin by his side.

()()()

Smiling when Anakin came out of the
fresher after his shower, Obi-Wan nodded happily. “I see the
clothes fit you, I’m glad.” He chuckled warmly at the ten year
old. Well, almost ten. “You look very handsome Anakin.” Obi-Wan
added.

Anakin, blushing to his roots yet
puffing his chest a bit out, beamed at him, wearing a smart little
blue tunic, warm dark blue coat over and with beige leggings beneath
it all. Anakin had opted to keep his well worn shoes but Obi-Wan
figured that was more out of comfort than anything and didn’t
begrudge him that.

Everything was so new for the young
boy.

“Now, I had a meal set together, come
eat with me.” Obi-Wan offered, gesturing to a table with a small
smile, watching Anakin practically scramble into a seat and quickly
start eating.

‘Poor thing…’ Making no mention
of the boys manners, Obi-Wan joined him while throwing a glance
towards where he knew his father was meeting with the real Queen
Padme Amidala, mentally wondering how he was going to convince her to
call for a vote of no confidence.

He wasn’t privy to all of his fathers
plans after all.

“How come you aren’t a Jedi?”

Broken out of his musing, Obi-Wan
peered over the small boy who had finally remembered his manners his
mother must have taught him and was eating slower and chewing properly. The question made Obi-Wan smile.
“Because my father didn’t want to give me over to them, to be
honest they don’t know I’m Force taught only that I’m Force
sensitive.” He winked.

Anakin blinked at that then smiled.
“Oh, how come you weren’t taught by the Jedi?” He questioned
curiously.

“Well my father isn’t exactly fond
of the Jedi though he respects them for the work they do.” Obi-Wan
served Anakin the official line. Then he winked. “And I’m his
only son, so he wanted to keep me of course.” And that was also why
Padme was aware that he was Force sensitive as Sheev had been her
mentor and she had often been over at their manor.

She had caught him using the Force for
various practices from healing to floating items around.

It was bound to happen but at least the young lady was keeping her
mouth shut about it.

Anakin blinked at him, clearly not understanding why Palpatine didn’t
like Jedi but was clearly not going to ask in case he overstepped his
boundaries when Obi-Wan had been so kind to him. Smiling kindly,
Obi-Wan encouraged the boy to eat, he would need it for whenever Jinn
came for him.

Ohhh sheeveson is so interesting; I was and am curious how Obi’s nature will turn out with palpatine from the beginning rather than later on or as an enemy(I still can’t see him as quite needlessly cruel as sidious, though he would be cold/calculated). And would sheev have been as cruel in training with Obi as he was with other apprentices, since it was his own son? How will he play the new dynamic with anakin? Why does padme know he’s sensitive but the Jedi don’t? The questions… Thanks!

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Waiting until the decoy had greeted his
father, Obi-Wan moved forward with a small smile and grasped his
hands tightly, inclining his head respectfully. “Father.” He
greeted quietly. “Its good to see you.” Obi-Wan offered
genuinely.

“And it is good to see you my son.”
Sheev returned warmly, freeing one hand to reach up and rest it
affectionately on his boys cheek.

Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan gave as small
a sigh as he could while leaning into the hand to enjoy the affection
offered to him freely. Sheev was seldom affectionate in public and it
clued in to his father honestly being worried about him during the
invasion.

While Sheev had trained Obi-Wan, he had
never been as cruel to him as he had been to his own apprentices. He
couldn’t be termed as kind, Force no, but he had not hurt Obi-Wan
on purpose unless it was in battle training as pain was a tool to
learn your lessons well.

“I was with the Queen when the
invasion happened.” Obi-Wan murmured, straightening slowly with a
small smile towards the other man. “Because of my connection to you
it was deemed safer for me to come along than remain where the
Neimodians could attempt to use me.” He shrugged.

Sheev nodded at that before turning
back to the Queen decoy, hand still resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder
until he was leading the entourage away.

With that Obi-Wan turned to check where
Anakin was, finding the boy glancing at the Jedi.

Jinn was waving for Anakin to follow
the Naboo though.

Well than…

Feeling his brows reach up to his
brows, Obi-Wan shrugged and held out his hand towards Anakin, giving
the boy a soothing smile when he instantly perked up in relief and
quickly moved to Obi-Wan’s side to latch onto the redhead’s warm
hand with his small one.

“Thank you.” Anakin said shyly.

“Of course, if Jinn tells you to stay
with us, then I will look after you.” Obi-Wan murmured in return,
following after the rest with Anakin by his side.

()()()

Smiling when Anakin came out of the
fresher after his shower, Obi-Wan nodded happily. “I see the
clothes fit you, I’m glad.” He chuckled warmly at the ten year
old. Well, almost ten. “You look very handsome Anakin.” Obi-Wan
added.

Anakin, blushing to his roots yet
puffing his chest a bit out, beamed at him, wearing a smart little
blue tunic, warm dark blue coat over and with beige leggings beneath
it all. Anakin had opted to keep his well worn shoes but Obi-Wan
figured that was more out of comfort than anything and didn’t
begrudge him that.

Everything was so new for the young
boy.

“Now, I had a meal set together, come
eat with me.” Obi-Wan offered, gesturing to a table with a small
smile, watching Anakin practically scramble into a seat and quickly
start eating.

‘Poor thing…’ Making no mention
of the boys manners, Obi-Wan joined him while throwing a glance
towards where he knew his father was meeting with the real Queen
Padme Amidala, mentally wondering how he was going to convince her to
call for a vote of no confidence.

He wasn’t privy to all of his fathers
plans after all.

“How come you aren’t a Jedi?”

Broken out of his musing, Obi-Wan
peered over the small boy who had finally remembered his manners his
mother must have taught him and was eating slower and chewing properly. The question made Obi-Wan smile.
“Because my father didn’t want to give me over to them, to be
honest they don’t know I’m Force taught only that I’m Force
sensitive.” He winked.

Anakin blinked at that then smiled.
“Oh, how come you weren’t taught by the Jedi?” He questioned
curiously.

“Well my father isn’t exactly fond
of the Jedi though he respects them for the work they do.” Obi-Wan
served Anakin the official line. Then he winked. “And I’m his
only son, so he wanted to keep me of course.” And that was also why
Padme was aware that he was Force sensitive as Sheev had been her
mentor and she had often been over at their manor.

She had caught him using the Force for
various practices from healing to floating items around.

It was bound to happen but at least the young lady was keeping her
mouth shut about it.

Anakin blinked at him, clearly not understanding why Palpatine didn’t
like Jedi but was clearly not going to ask in case he overstepped his
boundaries when Obi-Wan had been so kind to him. Smiling kindly,
Obi-Wan encouraged the boy to eat, he would need it for whenever Jinn
came for him.

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Watching the other
float around in the bacta tank, Anakin held Luke in his arms as the
two quietly watched Obi-Wan.

He’d need another
three or four hours to ensure proper healing after the bone knitter
had done its work on the ribs that were broken. The rebels had made a
mess out of Obi-Wan, the beating and the length of time it had taken
to get him to a medic had taken a proper tool on Obi-Wan’s body.

Sighing quietly,
Anakin pressed a soft kiss to Luke’s head, giving his cheek a
little stroke.

The boy had little
bandaids on his hands and on one cheek but had cheered up a bit
because they were colored with bantha’s on them and the healer had
given him a lolly for being a good boy.

He was still quiet,
much to Anakin’s worry, but it was also to be expected.

“…How about we
go and find some food Luke?” Anakin murmured.

“Kay daddy.”
Luke sniffed. “Bantha burger?” He questioned hopefully.

“Bantha burger.”
Anakin agreed softly, hoping to tuck the boy to bed after some food.

He didn’t want
Anakin awake for what would come next…

()()()

Slammed against the
wall by the Force, Bail desperately reached for his throat as he took
several wheezing breaths, noticing from the corner of his eyes that
Mon had gotten the same treatment by Vader.

The black dressed
‘loyal’, attack dog of the Emperor was slowly walking towards
them as guards and aides nervously tried to figure out what to do.

Attacking Vader was
a sure way to sign all of their deaths.

“I warned you
Organa.” Vader finally said, stopping only two steps from the
senators. “I warned you what would happen if the Rebellion as much
as glanced at Obi-Wan or Luke the wrong way.” His voice was silky
calm, cold as ice and quiet as space.

“We…didn’t.”
Bail wheezed out.

“You expect me to
believe that? Expect me to believe that the ones who attacked Obi-Wan
was only a rogue faction that got lucky in guessing where he would
be?” Vader growled out, eyes narrowed as the yellow almost looked
like molten lava.

“Don’t…
know.” Bail struggled, feeling lightheaded and nauseous from lack
of air.

Mon wheezed
something too but Bail had too much cotton in his ears to really
understand as he clawed at his throat.

Vader stared at
them for what felt like for a long moment.

And then they were
dropped to the floor as Vader turned to a chair and sat down,
watching them still with that same rage he had used to pin them to
the wall moments before.

Bail panted
sharply, hands pressed to the floor as he filled his lungs with
oxygen, his fellow senator doing the same as Vader observed them.

“…The rebels
kicked Obi-Wan hard enough to break several ribs, one of them
piercing his lungs. They removed his prosthetic which I had to repair
and then reinsert when he woke up and they beat him to a bloody pulp.
I want the ones responsible Organa and Mothma.” He flickered his
eyes between them. “Or I will make an example of one of you for the
rebellion about what happens when you target my family.” He growled
quietly.

Bail pushed himself
up to sit on the heels of his feet, licking his lips nervously. “…How
is Obi-Wan? Will he be alright?” He dared to ask.

Vader narrowed his
eyes at him. “…With time. Again the rebellion has hurt him. I
swear, the next time it happens Organa I won’t make any difference,
I will wipe out all.” He hissed before standing sharply. “Last
warning.” He turned, cape flaring out dramatically as he headed for
the door, guards and aides practically jumping out of the way.

“And young Luke?”
Mon finally found her voice.

The Sith froze, not
turning around.

“Is young Luke
alright?” She clarified.

The burn scared man
glanced over his shoulder at her. “…Traumatized, frightened…
but the bruises will heal.” He said shortly then left the office.

Bail and Mon
exchanged looks as their aides and guards milled around, nervously
trying to provide relief to them.

This was a major
problem.

“…I guess we’re
going to have to find out who green lit this mission.” Mon rasped.

“I just hope it
wasn’t you.” Bail stood shakily, rubbing his throat gingerly.
“Because I believe him when he says this is our last warning.” He
swallowed, feeling the soreness of his throat. “And one more wrong
step and the entire Alliance is fucked.” He added.

To that Mon could
only quietly agree.

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Watching the other
float around in the bacta tank, Anakin held Luke in his arms as the
two quietly watched Obi-Wan.

He’d need another
three or four hours to ensure proper healing after the bone knitter
had done its work on the ribs that were broken. The rebels had made a
mess out of Obi-Wan, the beating and the length of time it had taken
to get him to a medic had taken a proper tool on Obi-Wan’s body.

Sighing quietly,
Anakin pressed a soft kiss to Luke’s head, giving his cheek a
little stroke.

The boy had little
bandaids on his hands and on one cheek but had cheered up a bit
because they were colored with bantha’s on them and the healer had
given him a lolly for being a good boy.

He was still quiet,
much to Anakin’s worry, but it was also to be expected.

“…How about we
go and find some food Luke?” Anakin murmured.

“Kay daddy.”
Luke sniffed. “Bantha burger?” He questioned hopefully.

“Bantha burger.”
Anakin agreed softly, hoping to tuck the boy to bed after some food.

He didn’t want
Anakin awake for what would come next…

()()()

Slammed against the
wall by the Force, Bail desperately reached for his throat as he took
several wheezing breaths, noticing from the corner of his eyes that
Mon had gotten the same treatment by Vader.

The black dressed
‘loyal’, attack dog of the Emperor was slowly walking towards
them as guards and aides nervously tried to figure out what to do.

Attacking Vader was
a sure way to sign all of their deaths.

“I warned you
Organa.” Vader finally said, stopping only two steps from the
senators. “I warned you what would happen if the Rebellion as much
as glanced at Obi-Wan or Luke the wrong way.” His voice was silky
calm, cold as ice and quiet as space.

“We…didn’t.”
Bail wheezed out.

“You expect me to
believe that? Expect me to believe that the ones who attacked Obi-Wan
was only a rogue faction that got lucky in guessing where he would
be?” Vader growled out, eyes narrowed as the yellow almost looked
like molten lava.

“Don’t…
know.” Bail struggled, feeling lightheaded and nauseous from lack
of air.

Mon wheezed
something too but Bail had too much cotton in his ears to really
understand as he clawed at his throat.

Vader stared at
them for what felt like for a long moment.

And then they were
dropped to the floor as Vader turned to a chair and sat down,
watching them still with that same rage he had used to pin them to
the wall moments before.

Bail panted
sharply, hands pressed to the floor as he filled his lungs with
oxygen, his fellow senator doing the same as Vader observed them.

“…The rebels
kicked Obi-Wan hard enough to break several ribs, one of them
piercing his lungs. They removed his prosthetic which I had to repair
and then reinsert when he woke up and they beat him to a bloody pulp.
I want the ones responsible Organa and Mothma.” He flickered his
eyes between them. “Or I will make an example of one of you for the
rebellion about what happens when you target my family.” He growled
quietly.

Bail pushed himself
up to sit on the heels of his feet, licking his lips nervously. “…How
is Obi-Wan? Will he be alright?” He dared to ask.

Vader narrowed his
eyes at him. “…With time. Again the rebellion has hurt him. I
swear, the next time it happens Organa I won’t make any difference,
I will wipe out all.” He hissed before standing sharply. “Last
warning.” He turned, cape flaring out dramatically as he headed for
the door, guards and aides practically jumping out of the way.

“And young Luke?”
Mon finally found her voice.

The Sith froze, not
turning around.

“Is young Luke
alright?” She clarified.

The burn scared man
glanced over his shoulder at her. “…Traumatized, frightened…
but the bruises will heal.” He said shortly then left the office.

Bail and Mon
exchanged looks as their aides and guards milled around, nervously
trying to provide relief to them.

This was a major
problem.

“…I guess we’re
going to have to find out who green lit this mission.” Mon rasped.

“I just hope it
wasn’t you.” Bail stood shakily, rubbing his throat gingerly.
“Because I believe him when he says this is our last warning.” He
swallowed, feeling the soreness of his throat. “And one more wrong
step and the entire Alliance is fucked.” He added.

To that Mon could
only quietly agree.

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Logging in who had
become padawan’s this month and who had gone to the cores, Obi-Wan
quietly frowned to himself before he turned as he felt someone
staring at his back, raising his brows at Anakin who was standing
there with a hesitant look on his face. “Ani?” He questioned.

“I… Master
Obi-Wan, do you think I could send a call out?” He questioned
hesitantly.

“That depends who
you want to contact.” Obi-Wan turned his chair to face the other,
raising both brows high as he waited for answer.

Shuffling his feet
a bit, scuffing the boots against the floor, Anakin opened his mouth
then closed it a few times before he slumped his shoulders. “My
mom… I just… I just wanna know she’s okay.” He confessed.

Softening at that,
Obi-Wan gave a quiet hum. “I see. Well, we could certainly try to
arrange something yes. Your mother is still on Tatooine, right?”
The young creche master waved the suddenly brightening Initiate over
to him.

“Yes.” Anakin
nodded eagerly. “I don’t think Watto would have sold her yet
though… I could be wrong.” He bit his lip, standing beside
Obi-Wan and his terminal.

Obi-Wan nodded at
that. “Tatooine, Watto… Shmi Skywalker…” He rubbed his chin
before smiling at Anakin. “Give me a few days Anakin, to get
something arranged? Though it would certainly help if you told me
where Watto and your mother lived.”

Bouncing on the
heels of his shoes, Anakin beamed. “Mos Espa! Mom lives in the
slave quarters of Mos Espa though. Are you really going to help me
contact her?” He stared up at the redhead.

“I’m certainly
going to try.” Obi-Wan confirmed before chuckling softly when the
blond threw his harms around him. “Just give me some days Anakin…
and until then, you do your part as an Initiate.” He fondly ruffled
the blonds hair before he sent him off, watching Anakin rush of to do
chores.

Watching him,
Obi-Wan took note of the brightening light in each of Anakin’s
steps before he turned back to his terminal.

Then he picked up
his comm link, typing in a code and waiting for the one he called to
pick up. “…Quinlan? I have a favor to ask.”

()()()

At first Anakin was
excited.

Master Obi-Wan had
promised he’d get to hear from his mom! And Obi-Wan always held
what he promised so he was going to get to hear from his mother.

But as two days
turned in to four, then five and then almost two weeks…

Well Anakin
wondered if the other had forgotten what he’d promised.

It wouldn’t be
the first time after all though Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was
different, Obi-Wan cared even when he was in a bad mood or someone
had upset him.

But he was also
just a person as he liked to remind all the kids.

And all people
forgot now and then or did mistakes.

So it
was with quiet confusion Anakin noted Obi-Wan approach him during
study hour to take him away to a side room with a comm system… and
his mom!

“Ani!”
Shmi Skywalker brightened up, staring at her son as Anakin gave an
almost delighted squeal, throwing his arms around Obi-Wan in thanks
before turning back to Shmi. Obi-Wan smiled to himself and then
quietly slid out of the room to let the two talk privately, settling
his back to the door as he waited with a little tab on Anakin’s
emotions in the Force.

Sometimes… life
could be kind.

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Logging in who had
become padawan’s this month and who had gone to the cores, Obi-Wan
quietly frowned to himself before he turned as he felt someone
staring at his back, raising his brows at Anakin who was standing
there with a hesitant look on his face. “Ani?” He questioned.

“I… Master
Obi-Wan, do you think I could send a call out?” He questioned
hesitantly.

“That depends who
you want to contact.” Obi-Wan turned his chair to face the other,
raising both brows high as he waited for answer.

Shuffling his feet
a bit, scuffing the boots against the floor, Anakin opened his mouth
then closed it a few times before he slumped his shoulders. “My
mom… I just… I just wanna know she’s okay.” He confessed.

Softening at that,
Obi-Wan gave a quiet hum. “I see. Well, we could certainly try to
arrange something yes. Your mother is still on Tatooine, right?”
The young creche master waved the suddenly brightening Initiate over
to him.

“Yes.” Anakin
nodded eagerly. “I don’t think Watto would have sold her yet
though… I could be wrong.” He bit his lip, standing beside
Obi-Wan and his terminal.

Obi-Wan nodded at
that. “Tatooine, Watto… Shmi Skywalker…” He rubbed his chin
before smiling at Anakin. “Give me a few days Anakin, to get
something arranged? Though it would certainly help if you told me
where Watto and your mother lived.”

Bouncing on the
heels of his shoes, Anakin beamed. “Mos Espa! Mom lives in the
slave quarters of Mos Espa though. Are you really going to help me
contact her?” He stared up at the redhead.

“I’m certainly
going to try.” Obi-Wan confirmed before chuckling softly when the
blond threw his harms around him. “Just give me some days Anakin…
and until then, you do your part as an Initiate.” He fondly ruffled
the blonds hair before he sent him off, watching Anakin rush of to do
chores.

Watching him,
Obi-Wan took note of the brightening light in each of Anakin’s
steps before he turned back to his terminal.

Then he picked up
his comm link, typing in a code and waiting for the one he called to
pick up. “…Quinlan? I have a favor to ask.”

()()()

At first Anakin was
excited.

Master Obi-Wan had
promised he’d get to hear from his mom! And Obi-Wan always held
what he promised so he was going to get to hear from his mother.

But as two days
turned in to four, then five and then almost two weeks…

Well Anakin
wondered if the other had forgotten what he’d promised.

It wouldn’t be
the first time after all though Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was
different, Obi-Wan cared even when he was in a bad mood or someone
had upset him.

But he was also
just a person as he liked to remind all the kids.

And all people
forgot now and then or did mistakes.

So it
was with quiet confusion Anakin noted Obi-Wan approach him during
study hour to take him away to a side room with a comm system… and
his mom!

“Ani!”
Shmi Skywalker brightened up, staring at her son as Anakin gave an
almost delighted squeal, throwing his arms around Obi-Wan in thanks
before turning back to Shmi. Obi-Wan smiled to himself and then
quietly slid out of the room to let the two talk privately, settling
his back to the door as he waited with a little tab on Anakin’s
emotions in the Force.

Sometimes… life
could be kind.