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Standing frozen in the bedroom doorway, Obi-Wan stared at the other two
inhabitants of the quarters as they were each hiding behind a squishy
couch, giggling like younglings on a sugar rush with bowls in their
arms.

But that wasn’t what had frozen Obi-Wan, oh no he was used
to Ahsoka and Anakin acting like five year olds at times and honestly he
didn’t mind it as laughter was good for the soul and the system,
especially in this war.

No what had taken Obi-Wan totally of
guard was the sight of magnets stuck to Anakin and Ahsoka’s right mech
arms, Anakin’s leather glove on the caff table.

As he watched,
the two popped up from each their couch and threw magnets from their
bowls at the other, their demented giggling turning into delighted
squeals as they hit each other, Ahsoka managing to score what looked
like the fifth hit on Anakin’s arm and Anakin missing Ahsoka fully with
the magnet hitting somewhere behind the togruta as she ducked back down
behind the couch.

Lips twitching, Obi-Wan settled against the bedroom doorway to watch the little battle.

It was nice to see them like this.

After Ahsoka lost her arm on Onderon she had sunken into a slight depression as she wasn’t as able as she used to be.

Or so she felt.

But
then they had managed to come home and the council had formally
acknowledged that the loss of his arm was now the trial of flesh for
Ahsoka and Anakin had quietly taken her to the Halls where Ahsoka had
gotten the choice to be outfitted with a neural patchwork on her stump
so she could have a prosthetic as her master had.

Two days later
Anakin had personally built her an arm, making sure it functioned better
than anything they could buy, tuning it carefully and making sure the
sleek silver arm would be easy for Ahsoka to care for.

Ahsoka was
still uncertain about perhaps getting a dermal covering but for now it
was bare, showing off Anakin’s clear skill of machine and metalwork.

Ahsoka had started her recovery, learning to use her new arm and it was still ongoing but…

Looking
at them now you wouldn’t know that and Obi-Wan felt his lips twitches
turn into a soft, tender smile as the two continued to pelt each other
with magnets, all of them shaped like colorful fruits.

“You’re
going down Skyguy!” Ahsoka cried out, popping out with a handful of
magnets in her flesh hand and her fangs flashing with her wide grin.

“You
first Snips!” Anakin didn’t pop up over the back of the couch but from
the side, the magnets not coming from his hand but coming zooming like
little projectiles from the bowl directly.

Squeaking, Ahsoka held up her bowl to catch them. “Ah! Cheating! We agreed no Force use!” She yelped.

“All
is fair in love and war!” Anakin cackled evilly before crying out in
shock when Ahsoka jumped over the couch to come for him. “Hey!”

“Love
and war!” Ahsoka cried out as her battle call before tackling her
master, the human’s bowl flying and raining down its magnets all around
the apartment as Ahsoka  turned her own bowl on Anakin and dumped the
content on him.

Most of the magnets fell off him when Anakin bucked his padawan off him but quite a few remained stuck to his arm too.

Before everything could escolate as Anakin tried to snatch magnets off the floor to throw, Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

Both
younger Jedi froze and turned to him, turning sheepish in the face of
his amusement. “I see you two managed to entertain yourself while I
napped.” He drawled out dryly.

To that they only laughed sheepishly, apologized and then started to clean up.

Chuckling,
Obi-Wan shook his head and straightened. “I’ll make some tea and hot
chocolate for us.” He said, hiding his joy over both of their happiness
as he instead padded to the kitchenette and ignored their wide grins and
the metal high five that had magnets falling to the floor.

The initation of a prank war, Anakin started it but Obi-Wan brings out the big guns.

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Admittedly, Obi-Wan had gotten the idea from a holonet video.

Holotube actually.

Now, normally he’d never, ever consider doing what he was about to do.

However, Anakin had started this little prank war by sharing Obi-Wan’s drunk singing and sobbing after Quinlan had convinced the redhead to come out drinking, Obi-Wan sporting only his shorts for some reason he could no longer remember.

Or well, that was the official story that Anakin got to hear, Obi-Wan might have indulged in a tiny bit of weed too but shhh, that was not for Anakin to know.

So when Cody, a tad uncomfortable and rubbing the back of his neck, told Obi-Wan that sex ed wasn’t so prevalent taught on Kamino by the longnecks and had quietly requested that Obi-Wan give a basic lesson for both the 212th and the 501st, particularly for the older generations since the youngers were being taught by more concerned members…

Well, Obi-Wan had seen an opportunity and he had taken it.

Of course, hearing about the sex ed, Anakin had come slinking like a great hound, anticipating some humiliation on his old master and Ahsoka had tagged along, pretending like she was just bored.

Obi-Wan could tell she was curious though, his heart went out to her.

She missed a lot of lessons due to the war, being out of the temple. They tried to not let her miss too much but some things took priority and a sex ed lesson might have been pushed back.

Thankfully, this wasn’t the first time Obi-Wan had run sex ed lessons, despite what Anakin seemed to think, therefore he wasn’t getting the hilarity he had hoped.

Clapping his hands together, Obi-Wan gave all of them a benign smile. “Now, we’ve gone over male and female intercourse, male on male, female on female, lube and protections,” He chuckled softly as there were a few scattered, nervous laughs. “There is one more thing though, the STD’s.”

Obi-Wan picked up his little controller, gesturing to the board behind him and he noticed a bored Anakin leaning back against the wall, a good view of everything with Ahsoka beside him and troopers lining the chairs and tables in front of him.

Perfect.

Clicking the button, Obi-Wan fought not to cackle as Anakin choked on his own spit in shock.

Because on the diagram display was a well drawn image of Anakin, a tad cartoony of course as Obi-Wan had literally given Anakin what looked like a clown nose for glands on his cock. “Now, if you will direct your attention here,” He gestured to around the groin area of the image, ignoring how there were a loud choking noise from the back and choked coughs and laughs. “These are genitalia warts-” He didn’t get any further when Anakin seemed to collect himself.

“OBI-WAN!” He roared in outrage, making his way forward.

“Anakin, I’m having a lesson here!” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smirk at him, as Anakin closed in on him. “I mean, its not like its a video of you singing a bawdy song and then sobbing about why snakes lack legs.” He drawled, watching Anakin freeze between Killer and Longshot.

The blue eyed blond stared at him in shock. “I-Is this revenge!?” He squeaked.

“Now, now Anakin, a Jedi does not seek revenge,” Obi-Wan smirk grew. “And I am after all the poster boy of Jedi as you like to say… now, as you all can see, this is genitalia worts, they can be very uncomfortable but are a curable STD to contract.” He continued.

From his peripherals, he noted Anakin slinking back to a giggling Ahsoka, his grandpadawan covering her mouth with her lekkus twitching heavily.

Around the room, the troopers were still struggling not to laugh, just as when Anakin shared the image of an almost undressed, siging and crying Obi-Wan.

Ah, vindication was sweet… but he also expected Anakin to retaliate and soon by the look in the others eyes.

Still, totally worth it.

What is happening in AWOL jedi?

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Carefully picking up the blond haired baby, Rex let out a small coo and grinned happily as he bounced the giggling bundle, glancing over when Anakin repeated the action with his daughter.

Becoming a father, as exhausting as it was, had done the other man well.

There was a peace in the other man’s eyes that had never been there during the war, even during down times.

Though then again, they had been in war, being tranquil had never really been something people felt easy.

To relax or feel comfortable.

Just brief, stolen moments.

With a child pressed to your chest, you couldn’t help but modulate yourself, relax, feel your breath fall into an even state as your heart settled calmly.

There was also the responsibility of having someone that was totally reliant on you for even the most basic of things, to eat, clean yourself and even hold their heads that had a way of making you grow.

Feeling the gaze, Anakin looked at his former captain and smiled slightly, a tad shyly. “What? Is there something on my face?” He questioned quietly as he tucked Leia into his neck.

Shaking his head, smiling slightly in return, Rex opened his mouth to answer only for both to jump around when the door slammed open, Rex automatically reaching for a blaster he wasn’t wearing.

Thankfully, since it was only Obi-Wan, his eyes wide and excited with a big smile on his face. “Anakin! Anakin look what I found!” He held up an odd, blue plant growth.

His fellow blond quirked both his eyebrows, his shy smile turning bemused but wider, Obi-Wan’s clear excitement infectious. “A plant?” He guessed. “A very nice blue plant?” Anakin tacked on when Obi-Wan’s lips turned that familiar not pout twist.

“Its a form for citrus,” Obi-Wan squirmed a bit, his smile still wide despite the not-pout twist of his lips. “Similar to lemon but blue.” He beamed, wiggling excitedly even as the two blonds froze slightly.

Rex automatically accepted Leia when the other handed her over, settling her against the opposite shoulder to Luke. “Oh really,” Anakin said, purposely keeping his voice light. “Found today?” He cleared his throat.

“Mmhmm, I found it, an entire orchid of wild grown. I wonder if it can be peeled…” Obi-Wan was studying the fruit with his eyes, missing Rex and Anakin’s horrified expression exchange.

“You are not putting that in your tea until its been examined Obi-Wan.” Anakin stated strongly, taking a step towards his old master.

The redhead bounced back a step, moving further away. “Its just a piece of fruit Anakin, I’m sure its harmless.” He huffed, coloring a bit at the dubious look the other two exchanged.

“You mean like the poisoned grain we found last week?” Rex questioned a tad dryly, remembering Cody groaning into his shoulder about his General eating poisoned grain.

“Or that rabbit creature you found, whose fur could shift into razor like spikes while you were petting it?” Anakin tacked on just as quickly. “You are not testing that thing yourself, regardless how much you miss lemon in your teas, don’t test me Obi-Wan, I will tell Cody.” Anakin said sternly.

Cradling the blue citrus to his chest, slowly looking between the two blonds, Obi-Wan seemed to be considering his options.

Then he stuck out his tongue at them, much to Rex surprise. “You can’t stop me!” The man raced right out with Anakin on his tail.

Clearly he had expected this to happen, as he had given Leia over to Rex, the captain juggling two twins in his arms. “Obi-Wan get back here! Master Gallia! Stop him! He has an unknown and untested fruit! SOMEONE CALL CODY!” The commotion echoed across the building town.

Slowly, Rex looked between the two twins, getting sleepy blinks from both of them. “…Guess you two are with me for the time being,” He stated, a tad amused but mostly worried, glancing after the other two males. “…Lets hope your uncle doesn’t poison himself… again.” He sighed, resigning himself to calling Cody.

Di’kut Jedi.

I am SO in love with sightlessbird! I had no idea how much I needed Obi-Wan to have a bunch of ori’vode, (especially Fox!!!) so all the binding is making me so happy! How does the 501st handle their baby commander spending so much time with Fox and the Corascant Guard? Do they try to steal him back, or have competitions on who can be the best big bros?

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Perking up when he felt several familiar signatures in the Diner, Obi-Wan latched onto Fox hand and tugged on it as the commander stepped out of the skycar after Obi-Wan. “Come on, come on, lets go inside.” He squeaked eagerly, flushing slightly when he heard several amused snorts.

But he couldn’t quite find it in himself to care as Fox simply chuckled and reached out to ruffle his tied hair with his other hand. “You got it verd’ika, you still know what you want in there?” He murmured as he guided Obi-Wan towards the door, easily guiding him around a few civilians with the rest of the guards shoring up the back.

Slipping in with a nod, Obi-Wan took a moment to orient himself before letting go of Fox hand to shoot forward to the third booth in the diner. “Rex!” He greeted cheerfully.

There was a squeal, the clatter of a cup, a loud THUMP of a lot of plastoid hitting something and a deep groan.

Obi-Wan blinked heavily as a stunned silence descended with someone choking on a bit of food from what he could tell.

“…Did you just try to jump out of the window Captain Rex?” Fox questioned in a flabbergasted voice right behind Obi-Wan.

“…Maybe,” Rex admitted, flopping down into his seat as someone cackled a bit to their left, Obi-Wan recognizing it as Fives with someone, most likely Echo, hissing at him. “Look, I wasn’t expecting this and the last time I saw the commander, I was trying to get him to stop carrying a bomb over his head to throw at droids,” Rex groaned before pausing. “…You don’t have a bomb right now, right commander?” He stated warily.

Flushing deeply, Obi-Wan squirmed before pouting, he wasn’t THAT bad was he?

Sure, he had a tendency to somehow come over grenades and bombs in the field they found out but…no that bad!

“No, I just came from blaster practice with the guards, Fox agreed to get bantha burgers.” His pout gave way to excitement, absently noting Anakin checking over him in their bond.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved the fare at the temple, a mix of everything from all over the galaxy to cater to the multitude of species and cultures different Jedi came from, but sometimes you couldn’t beat a greasy burger and a milkshake.

There was a slight laugh and a woosh of air, another hand suddenly ruffling his hair. “Well, then, that sounds like a much better idea… no bombs?” Rex tacked on again, even as he ruffled.

“No bombs.” Obi-Wan assured, wiggling a bit as Fox settled his hand on his shoulder.

“Come on Birdie, lets get you that food and find a place to sit. This booth is full.” He chuckled, gently pulling Obi-Wan to the counter.

Which made sense, it felt like outside of one or two souls, there were only troopers in the diner at that moment and troopers tended to pile up together when they could Obi-Wan knew.

A burst of joy came from the front and Obi-Wan steeled himself as there was a loud laugh from the back kitchen. “OBI-WAN! My favorite little Jedi!” Dex roared out with delight, Fox letting go just in time for the besalisk to come around and lift Obi-Wan into a hug, all four arms involved.

“Hey Dex.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, grinning as he was sat down on an available stool, wiggling happily as he bought his legs up and tucked them under himself.

A shift on his other side told him that Fox was sitting down too. “The usual kiddo?” Dex questioned, his breath smelling of warm cinnamon and sugar, the besalisk must have been in his pastry again he figured as he nodded eagerly. “With a chocolate milkshake if you please.”

Another warm laugh, a hair ruffle and then Dex turned to Fox, his droids already getting the rest of the guards order.

The bustling of the diner, familiar people and the smell of food closed in around Obi-Wan and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he loved it at the diner.

The company, the smell, the sensations…

Yeah, this was a safe space for him.

I am VERY curious about what Knight Moddy is up to for, was it yule? is that what its called in Norway? but anyhow, curious!

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Pausing, the two knights stared at each other, one in complete bewilderment and the other as if nothing was wrong.

Technically, nothing was wrong but the sight of a goat being held under Knight Ara’s arm was one of the odder sights Jaylah had seen in a few days she had to admit, even in the temple with all the Life days traditions cropping up.  “Seasons Blessing Jay.” Ara chirped, using the generic greeting in case her friend was sensitive to a particular greeting.

Lifting a finger, Jay opened her mouth. “Seasons blessings to you too I guess, so, um… goat?” She questioned as she stared down at Moddy.

Peering back up, the woman hefted the goat a bit higher against her side, ignoring when it bleated unhappily. “Yup, this is indeed a goat. Good eyesight Jay.” She grinned at her friend, or at least a woman she had come to see as a friend.

That got a wry look crossing Jay’s face however and she slowly crossed her arms over her chest, raising her brows. “…Why do you have a goat?” She stressed, giving it a once over.

It was a rather big goat too, no way was Ara comfortably lifting it without the Force and it was almost black except for some white patches under its belly and around the eyes with an impressive set of horns.

It had a bell tied around its neck with a rope.

Glancing down at the unhappy bugger in question, who Ara would swear was giving her an unhappy pout of all things, Ara shrugged. “Cause its the wild hunt soon and I gotta slit its throat. But I figured I’d be nice and bring it with me now so I can spoil it for a few days. It deserves some niceness.” She stated cheerfully.

Drawing a blank at the unexpected answer, Jay opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again then shook her head. “You…”

Shrugging and cursing when the goat squirmed, Ara tightened the hold on the animal. “That’s how my planet does it. I’m gonna slit its throat, bleed it into a bowl, add some of the meat and the heart and cook the rest. And the horns I have to carve of course,” Ara wrinkled her nose. “I’m not doing the blood blotting though, I’d rather not have the smell linger and my little statues are made of marble so they don’t get ruined, that shits porous and I don’t want the blood to get stuck in it.” She shuddered.

Running a hand over her face, Jay snorted before shrugging. “Alright, fair enough, every planet has their traditions… are you gonna be able to eat all that though?” She asked, honestly curious.

Grimacing, Ara gave a little helpless shrug. “Not really, I generally donate to the kitchen when I’m in temple. Snow didn’t want to join me for this, he says listening to a goat screaming is a bit much for him, which I get. I figured I would go by the barracks later with some of the stew I’m gonna m-wait, you want to come?” She turned hopeful.

Having her own celebration, Jay thought on that before shrugging. “Depends on the day but I wouldn’t mind if you want company. I know you’re a decent cook.” She tacked on, snorting when the smaller woman perked up.

“Twenty first, its the day of the wild hunt and the day I do the goat in. The other days are for me and Snow but as I said, he doesn’t want to be there for goat death.”

Grinning, Jay nodded. “You know, I’m free that day. Sure, I’ll come for your Wild hunt and traditions. Sort of curious on how you decorate I have to admi-” Jay didn’t get to finish her words as the goat suddenly broke from Ara’s grip and ran down the hall.

Both ladies traded looks, Jay amused and Ara horrified before they ran after it, Jay wanting to help her friend and Ara desperate to stop the goat before it either A) tried to eat someones robe or B) found the Gardens.

Seasons Blessing indeed.

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Oh aw, Qui-Gon is such a sweet and understanding dad to Adhd Obi-Wan. My mom used to rub my back like that too, I loved it as a kid and still honestly do. Could we have more soft fluff?

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Sitting up, Qui-Gon ruffled Obi-Wan’s outgrown hair as the other grumbled while wiggling his feet in the air. “I know, but your feet are freezing Obi-Wan, you keep those socks on or I’m going to ground you.” He stated warningly.

Obi-Wan had a habit of walking around bare feet in their quarters and while normally that wasn’t an issue, currently it was one, the winter season of Coruscant and two, their section of the temples heating system was on the fritz.

The mechanics were trying to fix it as fast as possible, especially for the species that relied on heat for their well being but they still hadn’t isolated the cause of the fritz.

That meant that their quarters were colder than normally and while Qui-Gon hadn’t noticed it at first, when Obi-Wan flopped over his lap as he had come to do, Qui-Gon had taken notice of Obi-Wan’s blue toenails.

Which had lead to him summoning a pair of fathier fur socks Qui-Gon had bought soon after learning how sensitive Obi-Wan was to fabrics and materials his body didn’t approve of.

While Obi-Wan could stand fathier fur, he was grouchy now due to having to wear socks and Qui-Gon tweaked one of the others toes for point, listening to the little yelp. “See? They’re too cold. I can feel your cold feet through the socks for Force sake.” He half scolded, his tone tinged more with worry than anything else.

Huffing, Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly. “I know. I just really don’t like wearing socks outside of my boots. And that’s because I have to.” He grumbled even as he reached for his pad to start reading and make note for his astronavigational homework.

Chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon rewarded the huffy teen by rubbing his back, smiling slightly as the boy instantly started to relax.

Obi-Wan was a sucker for physical affection unless he was having one of his meltdowns.

It painted the picture that Obi-Wan wasn’t used to receiving so much positive attention and Qui-Gon was doing his best to cure that notion.

Obi-Wan had enough issues going on, the last thing Qui-Gon wanted was for the other to develop touch starvation on top of everything else.

Picking up his pad with his free hand, Qui-Gon went back to reading the study on ADHD that Che had sent him, frowning slightly at the suggestions for stimulation he could get Obi-Wan. Some of them were out already due to the noises they would make, something Jedi couldn’t afford on missions that employed stealth.

But a few of them looked pretty good to him.

‘The popping tool that looks like a pea pod could work,’ Qui-Gon mused. ‘The rolling ring potentially, the tangle thing could also work out, the dice with buttons and dials…’ He tapped at the screen with his thumb to zoom in and not drop his pad.

Some of these things he would simply have to buy and show Obi-Wan, see how he reacted to the stimming tools.

From what Qui-Gon had read, different people reacted differently to the tools, so what worked for others might not work for Obi-Wa- “Bears make plugs out of their poop for hibernation to preserve energy.” He chirped.

Qui-Gon’s brain froze, the man lowering his pad slowly to stare at Obi-Wan’s head. “…What?” He rasped out.

Obi-Wan just shrugged. “Plug out of poop. Makes sense, they sleep for months.” He stated innocently, wiggling.

Blinking heavily as he raised his eye from his padawan, Qui-Gon stared at the darkening window of Coruscant outside. ‘…Thank the Force I put parental locks on all the pads and terminals in our quarters…’ He mused for a long second.

There was no telling what kind of rabbit hole of information Obi-Wan could potentially stumble upon if Qui-Gon had not. ‘…Bear buttplug…’ The deep recesses of Qui-Gon’s mind chimed in and he had to fight the urge to giggle inappropriately.

Ooh, I got all kinds of bittersweet ‘aww’ feels in LightThroughTheCracks! Even if it came from Anakin’s injury (which was definitely not nice, so I’m glad he has the backing of the Order), the fact that Obi-Wan is home now just filled me with all kinds of warmth! ESPECIALLY that hug at the end. It was perfect! I loved it!

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“Dank farrik! What the kark are you wearing master?” Anakin paused in the still open doorway, staring at his master in obvious shock.

Looking up from his pad, Obi-Wan blinked back at the other then glanced at himself in the window, peering at his own reflection.

His very green reflection.

Because Obi-Wan was wearing a sweater with a hood, the hood having ears and a face on it.

“…A frog hoodie?” Obi-Wan looked back to his padawan. “And language Anakin.” He stated disapprovingly, narrowing his eyes at his padawan.

Flushing as he stepped in, Anakin grinned sheepishly as he put his boots aside by Obi-Wan’s red ones at the door. “Um, sorry master.” He stated seemingly repentant even as he was still bewildered by the outfit.

It looked odd and it was clearly new and Anakin wasn’t quite sure how to react to his master in a green hoodie with a face on it.

It was… kinda cute though?

For as weird as the outfit was, it had a certain kind of… charm? Was that the right word?

Snorting, Obi-Wan set his pad aside and sat up on the couch properly, holding out his arms for the other. Instantly, Anakin’s face lit up and he hurried to put his bag and robe up so he could race around the couch and basically lounge into Obi-Wan’s arm, hugging him tightly.

This was one of his favorite things about coming back from his lessons or chores for the day, Obi-Wan’s hugs.

While Anakin missed the structure of training with the council masters as he had, this was so much better and after a moment he just outright crawled into Obi-Wan’s lap, humming happily when the man started rubbing his back in slow circles.

Coming back from the healers, Obi-Wan had become very affectionate, something he had been encouraged to by his healers and Anakin honestly appreciated that.

Apparently it helped with hormones?

Something about positive contact between sentient releasing serotonin? Or was it dopamine? Or both?

Anakin wasn’t sure but it was something positive at least and he had no problems with cuddling and hugging Obi-Wan for as much as the other wanted it.

Some days Obi-Wan shied away from touch, limiting it due to not feeling well and Anakin had to respect that.

But the after lessons hugs were a standard thing now and Anakin loved them.

Pressing his head under Obi-Wan’s chin, he settled happily, closing his eyes. Clearly this was a cuddle day since Obi-Wan had allowed him into his lap and was rubbing his back.

That meant it was a good day and Anakin resisted the urge to giggle in delight at that.

Good days meant Obi-Wan’s depression was behaving and that meant Obi-Wan was going to eat properly!

“…I bet Mace was the one who taught you that,” Anakin froze, giving Obi-Wan a taun-taun in headlights look, the master staring back down at him with a wry look. “Master Mace has a potty mouth.” He continued.

Shifting guiltily, Anakin opened his mouth, closed it then wrinkled his nose when Obi-Wan raised a brow at him, as if daring Anakin to lie to him. “…It was Master Plo.” He admitted sulkily, not wanting to snitch on the kel dor.

Watching Obi-Wan’s eyes go wide eyed in surprise however was amusing as Anakin settled back in the cuddle for just a while longer.

Dinner could wait a few more minutes.

Sightlessbird: Whelp, lets not give Anakin and everyone heart attacks, so how about something peaceful not involving battle this chapter?

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Wiggling a bit and pouting when he didn’t move an inch, Obi-Wan let out a loud sigh. “I do think you’re all overreacting a tiny bit.” He stated as loudly as he dared.

There was a round of snorts at that and Anakin shifted where he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s lap, the boy able to feel his master’s stare at him. “Right, we’re overacting, its not like you were throwing around live grenades and dodging Ventress only days ago.” He stated a tad hysterically.

“But you’re heavy.” Obi-Wan groaned, flopping dramatically to the ground as troopers laughed around them, doing whatever they were up to since Anakin sat down on Obi-Wan’s lap.

“I can get Rex in full armor to sit in your lap. I will get him to do it, you already know I will.” Anakin stated warningly.

Sulking at that, Obi-Wan squirmed some more then grumbled petulantly.

For a few blessed moments, outside of some rustling bushes and Fives and Echo playing sabbac, it was quiet.

Until Obi-Wan let out a loud cry that had several jumping in surprise. “I’M BORED!” He whined loudly, not caring he was being a bit whiny as he kicked his legs from under Anakin.

Pausing, Anakin glanced down at his padawan then over to Qui-Gon, looking like he was desperately asking for help with his eyes.

The damn man however was smirking back at him, slowly sipping his tea that Cody had graciously served him moments before.

He could almost hear his old master voice going ‘sweet, sweet karma my dear padawan.’ for all the petulant whining Anakin had put Qui-Gon through when he was an over-energetic youth.

Grunting as Obi-Wan for real started trying to get him off, Anakin latched onto the first idea that occurred to him. “How about I teach you some dancing!” He yelled out.

Everyone, including Anakin, froze incredulously at the suggestion, staring at the blond.

Qui-Gon had actually dropped his jaw at the suggestion, staring at Anakin as if he didn’t know the now flushing man.

Obi-Wan however perked up. “Really? What kind of dancing Panakin?” He questioned, blind eyes wide as he sat up to hug his master around the torso.

And well… that was kinda it for Anakin as he reluctantly gave in with a small smile. “One, don’t call me that in the temple, ever, please, give me some dignity. And two, how about some Nabooan ballroom dancing?” He offered, grasping the others braid to give it a little tug as Obi-Wan grinned wickedly at the first part.

His marriage with Padme might be on the rocks at the moment but that didn’t mean he had forgotten the things he had learned to impress her or the things she had taught him later on.

Nabooan court traditions were some of the first things he had, shyly, managed to ask Qui-Gon to teach him back when he was twelve.

Qui-Gon, with a slightly reserved look in his eyes, had of course risen to the task while simultaneously warning Anakin about the difference of love and attachment as the man was all to familiar with a love that was too consuming. And telling Anakin when he grew older about Tahl Uvain.

That had been…

Well, a lesson of humility for sure, to see the pain and discomfort on his master’s face when Anakin had at the time thought his master invulnerable.

But yes, Anakin would teach Obi-Wan the things he had been taught as a padawan too, the war wouldn’t last forever and knowing some dancing would benefit Obi-Wan for sure, especially if they were sent to attend one of those charity balls.

Shifting himself onto his knees and then up on his feet, Anakin reached down and pulled Obi-Wan up as the boy eagerly shifted, clearly full of energy. “Sounds sasser master!” He chirped.

Blinking at the boy, Anakin raised a brow. “Sasser?” He curiously noted.

“Sasser means good. Royal sasser means really good.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, holding onto his master’s hands as he explained.

“Huh… so kinda like wizard, where did you pick that up?” Anakin asked curiously, smiling a bit when Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Troopers.” The easy explanation and of course it was the troopers, Anakin thought with amusement as he sent them an amused look, all too aware that Commander Fox was very attached to his padawan.

“Alright then, Nabooan ballroom dance, lets get this party started.” He chuckled, grinning when Longshot took the initiative to bring out a harmonica he had.

SightlessBird Obi is, as always, a delight. I am SO amused to see the results of the battle; that he can rattle the veterans so thoroughly is both impressive and worrisome. I can’t wait for Qui-Gon to meet him! Obi and Ani are clearly meant to be Padawan and Master in this ‘verse, but it never hurts for a Padawan to enjoy their own grandmaster, either! Obi and Qui will probably get on like a house on fire, I’m betting! Poor Cody needs to meet with Rex (and Fox?) and prepare for trouble, lol

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Watching the boy with a small smile as he carefully poured tea into the cups in front of him, using his fingertips of his free hand as a form for measurement, Qui-Gon came to decide that Anakin surely must have overreacted.

Obi-Wan was a delight to be around, the boy instantly offering both his grandmaster and commander Cody tea when they arrived, the boy visibly perking up in interest, sightless eyes wide and happy with his Force aura practically vibrating.

Someone had managed to convince the boy into some armor too clearly, Qui-Gon had caught some chatter from his commander about that being a priority but honestly, regardless how complicated his emotions were about the war, he would admit that Obi-Wan made a dashing little gent.

Like Anakin, most of his outfit was dark.

His tunic and tabards were both black, his leggings were a darker grey and his boots coal black with only his belt being a shade of deep red cutting the color of his normal clothes. Qui-Gon suspected that that was Anakin’s decision, dressing his padawan in the colors he himself preferred.

Match that with Obi-Wan’s red hair and that alone made a dashing figure of a pre teen on the cups of growing out of his baby fat.

But add on the white vambraces, shoulder pads, the gorget and clear knee pads with splashes of blue here and there in designs Qui-Gon would bet were added by the troopers, especially when he saw a smily face with a five on the left vambrace, Obi-Wan cleaned up to look very presentable.

And Qui-Gon mourned once more the sight of a their padawans turned into soldiers.

He had mourned it when Ahsoka had arrived, fourteen years old and ready to become a soldier.

He mourned it now as he watched this bright, wonderful spark as Obi-Wan engaged them in chatter, the boy no worse for wear despite being out in battle with Anakin for a few weeks now.

To be fair, Coruscant had not been much kinder to Obi-Wan, considering the lightsaber scar crossing his eyes but Qui-Gon knew that the wide galaxy was a much cruel space now than when he himself had raised Anakin and before that again, Xanatos as much as it hurt to think that way.

But with cruelty and violence came compassion and Obi-Wan had it in spades.

Talking with the boy was refreshing, his grandpadawan was smart, had a good moral compass and wanted to help.

That was something Qui-Gon wholly supported and when Obi-Wan, shyly, requested Qui-Gon’s help with meditation…

Well, Qui-Gon was delighted to give his aid.

Meditation, the sitting still kind at least, was something Anakin struggled, the Force too loud for the other man to quiet down enough.

Thankfully, moving meditation worked for Anakin and Obi-Wan also seemed to enjoy it but wanting the more traditional form for meditation that Obi-Wan had no doubt had grown up with in the creche.

It was honestly a bit exciting.

Before, Qui-Gon would lead the occasional meditation class but he hadn’t gotten to work with a youngling on meditation for ages.

Yes, he was going to enjoy working with young Obi-Wan quite well.

()()()

He took it back.

He took it all BACK.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was a little menace and if that boy didn’t get his arse back now, Qui-Gon was going to have a heart attack!

“OBI-WAN KENOBI, YOU GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE!” Cody suddenly yelled what Qui-Gon was desperately thinking while shooting droids, the boy twisting between magna guards and kicking up so much gray sand in an attempt to avoid not only the magna guards electrostaffs but also karking Ventress.

“A BIT DIFFICULT COMMA-EEP!” Obi-Wan barely dodged in time, the end of nerf tail becoming shorter and Qui-Gon imagined hearing the sizzling noises of the hair as Ventress tried to decapitate his grandpadawan.

Somewhere to his left he could hear Anakin, panicking loudly and the hollow sound of Rex begging for ka’ra to save the di’kut alor even as he continued blasting down droids on his end.

“I’M FINE MASTER PANAKIN!” Obi-Wan yipped over the battle dim and Qui-Gon sent a prayer of to the Force.

His poor heart couldn’t take this and he would never again believe Obi-Wan blind doe eyes.

Never.

Sightlessbird – the last update was just *chefs kiss* I was wondering about who is in charge of the 212th? Do the 501st and 212th still work as closely? I can just imagine Cody being all super protective over Obi-Wan

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Pressing his fist to his mouth to prevent the other from seeing his smile, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but ponder what a delight karma could be even as Anakin moaned into his arms, the knight having laid his arms on the table and his head on his arms as he started recounting his padawan’s deed.

Anakin, wonderful as he was and a good padawan, was not a grand diplomat and often he had stepped on the toes of the people they were supposed to be investigating or helping as a young teen.

He had of course become better with age but young Anakin had been… blunt.

Yes, blunt was the word.

A diplomatic word.

So often, Qui-Gon had been required to run, Anakin tucked up under his arm with an angry mob under his arm as they ran from everything from a royal or senator’s guard to the thugs hired by a weapon or drug dealer Anakin had either insulted or enraged in some manner.

It made for an interesting few years, that was for sure, until Qui-Gon had finally managed to teach Anakin at least some diplomacy and drop his reckless bluntness for some caution.

Though, admittedly, Obi-Wan’s recklessness was… worrying.

Dropping his hand and opening his mouth, finally feeling like he wouldn’t bust out laughing, Qui-Gon paused as Cody arrived, the man setting a cup of tea down. “Ah, thank you Cody. Sapir?” He stated hopefully, smiling thankfully when his commander nodded.

Force, Qui-Gon abhorred this war and yet… meeting Cody and the other troopers almost, almost made him glad.

It was a complicated place to be.

Loving the troopers and yet abhorring the war, though he knew the troopers themselves had complicated emotions about the war.

Without it, they would not exist. And yet with it, they died and further more, many treated them as if they were less than sentient.

Complicated.

So many things were complicated.

Picking up the cup, Qui-Gon peered at his former padawan, giving into his urge to smile just a little bit as Anakin glared sullenly up at him from his arms. “My best advice would be to speak to him, sit down and meditate, however,” He raised one hand when Anakin sat up suddenly, mouth open. Thankfully, the other’s mouth shut at that though he still glared at Qui-Gon. “However,” He repeated, grateful Anakin could still listen to him. “Every padawan is unique, they require different handling. Young padawan Kenobi is not Ahsoka,” He pretended not to notice the flinch, all too aware of how Anakin’s heart still hurt for his former padawan. “Speak with him first and if you require, I will speak with him later on, perhaps he can meditate with me.” He offered.

Honestly, when he had arrived, he had not expected this.

He had been interested in meeting his new grandpadawan but to have Anakin practically ambush him at the shuttle and drag him away before Qui-Gon could meet the boy…

Honestly, now Qui-Gon was even more interested in meeting young Obi-Wan.

He sounded like an interesting and energetic child.

And to have a naturally formed Force bond… the will of the Force were truly mysterious.

Taking a sip, grateful he had waited long enough as the tea didn’t hurt his mouth, he glanced in concern at Captain Rex sitting on a crate. “However, maybe you should tend to your captain?” Qui-Gon mused, a tad worried.

The blond truly looked a bit hollow, staring out into the air blankly with a vague look of horror.

Turning in his chair, Anakin stared at his captain before looking at Qui-Gon. “…Master, Rex became like this because of Obi-Wan. He was crying earlier when Obi-Wan announced bombs were ‘fun’.” Anakin twitched a bit.

Pausing, Qui-Gon stared at Anakin before looking at Rex again, feeling Cody shock. “…Perhaps I can speak with young Kenobi soon. For Captain Rex’s sanity sake.” The older man finally settled on, seeing the usually so unshaken captain in such a condition was a tad… disturbing.

And impressive.

Young Obi-Wan had managed something no one else so far had done in the time Qui-Gon had known Rex.

‘I can’t wait to meet him.’ Qui-Gon mused, wondering if his grandpadawan would cause the rest of his hair to go gray.