MaceObi

I love your Notbychoice and I wanted to ask if we could have something with MaceObi again in it, please? Mace coming back from mission and anxious to see Obi-Wan for example?

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Skidding around the
corner and trying not to make it look like he was, Mace licked his
lips. Requirements of the war had demanded that he leave the temple
for a full month and neither Mace or Obi-Wan had enjoyed that idea
but had as Jedi allowed the separation of them.

But Mace worried.

He knew that
Skywalker would be out of the temple too with young padawan Tano,
leaving Obi-Wan for the most part alone with Squeak unless others
could spare time for the recovering and damaged young man.

There were a few of
course.

Kolar had needed
time to recover from having his entire femur shattered and Jocasta
was always up for a friendly conversation with Obi-Wan as she was not
going to hold a grudge against a man so obviously damaged.

Every Force
sensitive with any measure at being able to read auras could feel the
chasms in Obi-Wan’s soul and mind.

And visually there
was some times when Obi-Wan’s eyes would grow glassy and distant,
no longer in the moment but somewhere far away that Mace couldn’t
even start to imagine.

Obi-Wan was always
so confused when he returned from those moments.

Time had passed by
him without him realizing it and he couldn’t tell others where he
was.

A soul healer had
suggested that Obi-Wan was being submerged by the Force in a manner,
the Force naturally trying to heal Obi-Wan but just…

Not managing.

Not sentient or
aware enough to really heal him.

But that was just a
theory that no one could prove or disprove.

All they knew for
sure was that physical contact with others helped Obi-Wan stay in the
moment.

But that was little
comfort for the Korun at this moment as he desperately prayed to the
Force that no one needed him right this moment or tried to stop him
as he just wanted to get to his quarters where Obi-Wan was suppose to
be.

With no little
relief shielded behind a serene face, Mace slapped his hand onto the
scanner to let himself into the quarters. A mixed and familiar scent
instantly reached out to him, the mix of anooba, tea, incense spices…
and Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan laying on
his side on the couch of the quarters in a set of the fuzzy tantaun socks Tano
had gotten for him with Mace robe as a blanket, Squeak resting in the
little curve of Obi-Wan’s bent legs with his head on the mans hip.

Shoulders lowering
from the tense position he felt he had been keeping them in since he
left the temple, Mace just watched the other for a long few minutes
as he reached out to the fuzzy presence that was Obi-Wan asleep.

Squeak raised his
head after a few moments, giving a bone cracking yawn before
carefully nosing at Obi-Wan’s side with his cold snout and then
moving off the couch.

The move woke
Obi-Wan of course and Mace was treated to the redhead straining into
consciousness, yawning sleepily and lifting his head off the pillow
he had been snuggling with Mace robe falling down around his hips as
he sat up. “Squeak?” He gave a sleep husky mumble before noticing
Mace, perking up. “Mace!” He stumbled to his feet, around the
caff table and right into Mace arms, the two clinging to each other
for a few long moments. “…You’re home.” He whispered happily.

“I’m home
little love.” Mace greeted softly, tilting the others head up to
claim a soft kiss.

He was home for
now, this moment with a galaxy in war was just for them.

I know it’s been a while，but I really liked not by choice. Could we see a bit of how things are going in that story with Obi’s recovery?

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There were fissures in Obi-Wan’s mind
and soul.

Obi-Wan’s stint as a Fallen had left
permanent scars on both his soul and mind but it had also left
fissures that would never properly heal, its side effects meaning
that Obi-Wan sometimes lost grasp on where he was and when.

There had been
moments Mace had entered his quarters to find Obi-Wan sitting against
a wall with his face in his knees, shaking and hiccuping for air as
he tried to make sense of a galaxy without Qui-Gon Jinn.

Other times he had
discovered Obi-Wan twisting his hands over his hair, wondering in
concern where his padawan was, the redhead thinking Anakin was still
eleven.

The states didn’t
last long luckily, at least not as long as someone came to Obi-Wan’s
rescue but for someone who had once been so mentally strong, it was
terrible to see.

Mace knew that
Obi-Wan had taken pride in his ability to manage his mental self even
when his physical self had been damaged and now Obi-Wan had days
where he thought he was back with Qui-Gon, still the mans padawan and
the long haired gundark was still alive.

To see Obi-Wan’s
face crumble each time he realized Qui-Gon was dead…

It was heart
breaking for Mace.

But Che had come
with a solution.

The healers had
temple based therapy animals.

And Obi-Wan had
been provided with one of them, an anooba with a mellow temper that
would quietly rub itself against Obi-Wan’s hip or hand to remind
him where he was and what he was doing when the redhead lost his way.

It was an honest
relief for Mace, made it easier to leave Obi-Wan behind unless they
were both going to the council chamber together.

The
white shaded with gray strips anooba followed Obi-Wan everywhere,
sometimes with Obi-Wan’s hand resting on its rugged mane
that ran along its back in an
obvious grounding move that Mace couldn’t bring himself to begrudge
when Obi-Wan was so lost at times.

He wasn’t quite
sure what to make of its name though.

Squeak was an odd
choice for such a fearsome predator animal.

When he’d said
it, Che had outright laughed, her lekkus twitching as she explained
the younglings had named all of the therapy animals and that was why
some of them had the oddest of names.

Squeak, Blubber,
Caff and Mini may be the oddest one so far that Mace had heard.

But Squeak had also
bonded to Obi-Wan with the younger Jedi master laughing as the large
animal nuzzled at him gently.

Compared to the
mental issues Obi-Wan was left with, the scars around his throat and
over his forehead were the least of his issues though the former did
sometimes make it hard for Obi-Wan to speak for lengths of time.

But the scars of
his throat would soften with time.

Mace was sure of
it.

But the gaps in
Obi-Wan’s soul and mind also meant that he couldn’t leave the
temple for war, at least not yet. If he lost himself in the middle of
a battle then Obi-Wan would be lost to them and Mace…

Well Mace was
grateful that they didn’t just sacrifice their members in vain
attempts that wouldn’t gain them anything.

Everyone agreed
that sending Obi-Wan out would be a major loss as there was a sever
doubt that Obi-Wan would manage to keep himself safe should he have
one of his episodes and lose himself.

So he
remained in the temple, working through information that his keen
mind when it was there could analyze and work over.

Which was doing
them all a world of good, as long as Squeak kept Obi-Wan grounded,
Obi-Wan could target pattern in the Separatists battle tactics and
find information that prior had been overlooked by tired minds.

They were at war
and no one could really rest properly… but Obi-Wan would recover,
that much Mace was certain of.

I know it’s been a while，but I really liked not by choice. Could we see a bit of how things are going in that story with Obi’s recovery?

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There were fissures in Obi-Wan’s mind
and soul.

Obi-Wan’s stint as a Fallen had left
permanent scars on both his soul and mind but it had also left
fissures that would never properly heal, its side effects meaning
that Obi-Wan sometimes lost grasp on where he was and when.

There had been
moments Mace had entered his quarters to find Obi-Wan sitting against
a wall with his face in his knees, shaking and hiccuping for air as
he tried to make sense of a galaxy without Qui-Gon Jinn.

Other times he had
discovered Obi-Wan twisting his hands over his hair, wondering in
concern where his padawan was, the redhead thinking Anakin was still
eleven.

The states didn’t
last long luckily, at least not as long as someone came to Obi-Wan’s
rescue but for someone who had once been so mentally strong, it was
terrible to see.

Mace knew that
Obi-Wan had taken pride in his ability to manage his mental self even
when his physical self had been damaged and now Obi-Wan had days
where he thought he was back with Qui-Gon, still the mans padawan and
the long haired gundark was still alive.

To see Obi-Wan’s
face crumble each time he realized Qui-Gon was dead…

It was heart
breaking for Mace.

But Che had come
with a solution.

The healers had
temple based therapy animals.

And Obi-Wan had
been provided with one of them, an anooba with a mellow temper that
would quietly rub itself against Obi-Wan’s hip or hand to remind
him where he was and what he was doing when the redhead lost his way.

It was an honest
relief for Mace, made it easier to leave Obi-Wan behind unless they
were both going to the council chamber together.

The
white shaded with gray strips anooba followed Obi-Wan everywhere,
sometimes with Obi-Wan’s hand resting on its rugged mane
that ran along its back in an
obvious grounding move that Mace couldn’t bring himself to begrudge
when Obi-Wan was so lost at times.

He wasn’t quite
sure what to make of its name though.

Squeak was an odd
choice for such a fearsome predator animal.

When he’d said
it, Che had outright laughed, her lekkus twitching as she explained
the younglings had named all of the therapy animals and that was why
some of them had the oddest of names.

Squeak, Blubber,
Caff and Mini may be the oddest one so far that Mace had heard.

But Squeak had also
bonded to Obi-Wan with the younger Jedi master laughing as the large
animal nuzzled at him gently.

Compared to the
mental issues Obi-Wan was left with, the scars around his throat and
over his forehead were the least of his issues though the former did
sometimes make it hard for Obi-Wan to speak for lengths of time.

But the scars of
his throat would soften with time.

Mace was sure of
it.

But the gaps in
Obi-Wan’s soul and mind also meant that he couldn’t leave the
temple for war, at least not yet. If he lost himself in the middle of
a battle then Obi-Wan would be lost to them and Mace…

Well Mace was
grateful that they didn’t just sacrifice their members in vain
attempts that wouldn’t gain them anything.

Everyone agreed
that sending Obi-Wan out would be a major loss as there was a sever
doubt that Obi-Wan would manage to keep himself safe should he have
one of his episodes and lose himself.

So he
remained in the temple, working through information that his keen
mind when it was there could analyze and work over.

Which was doing
them all a world of good, as long as Squeak kept Obi-Wan grounded,
Obi-Wan could target pattern in the Separatists battle tactics and
find information that prior had been overlooked by tired minds.

They were at war
and no one could really rest properly… but Obi-Wan would recover,
that much Mace was certain of.

Sugar daddy au anon here. That’s exactly what I meant just Obi with a series of sugar daddies and what he gets l/ gives to them. Would love some Mace or Qui Gon or Dooku or Quinlan

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There were things
Mace Windu as a Jedi master should not want, things he should not
have and certainly not use Order allowances on.

And yet he had
wanted, had gotten and used Order resources on to keep comfortable
such a desire.

But when it gained
him such a reward then how could Mace prevent himself from reaching
out and as long as he kept his tracks covered as he held onto what he
had desired for so much time, he could continue to have this.

Obi-Wan.

His desire was
Obi-Wan which was why he was using Order funds to pay for the
apartment his lover lived in.

Sweet Obi-Wan who
gave the best of kisses and had the loveliest of freckled hands as
they rubbed oils into tense muscles of Mace back. Obi-Wan who laughed
for him and straddled his lap dressed only in a sheer night robe, his
soft milky thighs rubbing up against Mace coarse leggings as he
cupped the Jedi’s face in his hands to steal kisses, entice Mace
into more.

Discretion was the
highest priority of course but his visitations to Obi-Wan was easy as
long as he combined it with visitation to senatorial people who
either requested him to talk about Jedi missions combined with their
planets or just a friendly chat.

And once that was
done…

He could come to
this apartment.

This apartment
smelling of soft relaxing vanilla and spicy tea, its curtains pulled
shut to avoid anyone from looking in later at night, to provide the
privacy this liaison needed even if there were whispered rumors
behind hands.

“Mace?” Came
the cultured Coruscantian voice from the kitchen.

And just like that,
all doubts Mace harbored about what he was doing evaporated as he
kicked off his boots and dropped his robe onto a chair on his way to
the kitchen, finding Obi-Wan standing there in one of Mace forgotten
tunics in front of a counter, preparing a light lunch.

He was barely
decent, the tunic barely dropping down his thighs, giving an enticing
view of a rounded bottom and those pale thighs with hickeys sucked
into.

“Hello Obi-Wan.”
Mace murmured, crossing the threshold to sweep the other into his
arm, smiling when Obi-Wan laughed in delight. “I see you didn’t
expect me.” He teased, trapping the other against him with one arm
around the slender waist.

Laughing at that,
Obi-Wan lightly punched Mace in the chest with a brilliant smile on
his face. “Of course not, you told me not to expect you!” He
returned with a delighted beam.

“And yet you call
my name when the door opens?” The Jedi chuckled a bit while leaning
in to brush their lips chastely together, unable to resist the joy in
Obi-Wan’s face.

All of Obi-Wan
softened as his arms came up to rest on Mace shoulders to cup the
back of his head. “I can still wish for a surprise visit from my
love can’t I?” He murmured softly while pushing lightly up on his
toes to steal a deeper kiss from Mace.

Tightening his arms
around Obi-Wan’s waist, Mace felt himself melt in the embrace.

‘I am blind. I
know I am blind. But for this I would forever be blind.’ He
deepened the kiss.

Sugar daddy au anon here. That’s exactly what I meant just Obi with a series of sugar daddies and what he gets l/ gives to them. Would love some Mace or Qui Gon or Dooku or Quinlan

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There were things
Mace Windu as a Jedi master should not want, things he should not
have and certainly not use Order allowances on.

And yet he had
wanted, had gotten and used Order resources on to keep comfortable
such a desire.

But when it gained
him such a reward then how could Mace prevent himself from reaching
out and as long as he kept his tracks covered as he held onto what he
had desired for so much time, he could continue to have this.

Obi-Wan.

His desire was
Obi-Wan which was why he was using Order funds to pay for the
apartment his lover lived in.

Sweet Obi-Wan who
gave the best of kisses and had the loveliest of freckled hands as
they rubbed oils into tense muscles of Mace back. Obi-Wan who laughed
for him and straddled his lap dressed only in a sheer night robe, his
soft milky thighs rubbing up against Mace coarse leggings as he
cupped the Jedi’s face in his hands to steal kisses, entice Mace
into more.

Discretion was the
highest priority of course but his visitations to Obi-Wan was easy as
long as he combined it with visitation to senatorial people who
either requested him to talk about Jedi missions combined with their
planets or just a friendly chat.

And once that was
done…

He could come to
this apartment.

This apartment
smelling of soft relaxing vanilla and spicy tea, its curtains pulled
shut to avoid anyone from looking in later at night, to provide the
privacy this liaison needed even if there were whispered rumors
behind hands.

“Mace?” Came
the cultured Coruscantian voice from the kitchen.

And just like that,
all doubts Mace harbored about what he was doing evaporated as he
kicked off his boots and dropped his robe onto a chair on his way to
the kitchen, finding Obi-Wan standing there in one of Mace forgotten
tunics in front of a counter, preparing a light lunch.

He was barely
decent, the tunic barely dropping down his thighs, giving an enticing
view of a rounded bottom and those pale thighs with hickeys sucked
into.

“Hello Obi-Wan.”
Mace murmured, crossing the threshold to sweep the other into his
arm, smiling when Obi-Wan laughed in delight. “I see you didn’t
expect me.” He teased, trapping the other against him with one arm
around the slender waist.

Laughing at that,
Obi-Wan lightly punched Mace in the chest with a brilliant smile on
his face. “Of course not, you told me not to expect you!” He
returned with a delighted beam.

“And yet you call
my name when the door opens?” The Jedi chuckled a bit while leaning
in to brush their lips chastely together, unable to resist the joy in
Obi-Wan’s face.

All of Obi-Wan
softened as his arms came up to rest on Mace shoulders to cup the
back of his head. “I can still wish for a surprise visit from my
love can’t I?” He murmured softly while pushing lightly up on his
toes to steal a deeper kiss from Mace.

Tightening his arms
around Obi-Wan’s waist, Mace felt himself melt in the embrace.

‘I am blind. I
know I am blind. But for this I would forever be blind.’ He
deepened the kiss.

Could by Master Side become MaceObi? How would Anakin react? Would he accept it, now that reality gave him such a kick in the ass in almost losing his Master? Does he encourage it if Obi-Wan is unsure because of what happened to him?

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“Hello Obi-Wan.”

The rumbled
greeting had the redhead looking up quickly from his terminal where
he was typing up his notes, smiling when he found Mace standing in
the doorway of the classroom. “Mace, is there a council meeting?”
His pleasure at seeing the other turned to worry that was quickly
eased when the other shook his head.

“No, I was just
coming by to see how you were settling. How you were doing full out
if I’m honest.” The Korun stepped into the classroom, coming over
to the other councilor.

Sitting back in his
chair, Obi-Wan shrugged. “Health wise they say I’m still healing
though this is as good as my mobility is going to be apparently.”
He let out a little empty laughter since he had difficulty walking,
never mind running or standing for long periods without support.

Mace nodded at
that. “And the rest?” He prompted.

Running a hand over
his beard, Obi-Wan breathed out. “I guess… I’m grateful for my
teaching position and for the position on the council, scratch that,
the latter has me honored but…” He hesitated.

“But?” Once
again Mace prompted a bit, leaning on the desk.

“But I… feel
useless in the face of the war we’re going through.” Obi-Wan
confessed quietly. “There are so many out there, working away to
protect the Republic and the Order. Protecting and dying, both of the
troopers and Jedi and I’m… here.” His shoulders slumped and he
stared at his desk.

But he looked up
when Mace rested a warm hand on his shoulder, peering up through his
fringe at the dark skinned man.

Who was smiling at
him.

Gently.

Carefully.

“Obi-Wan, you are
the sole reason two of the planets backing the ICU decided to drop
out and rejoin the Republic just because you contacted them
personally and smoothed over with your words. Don’t think that just
because you’re here and not out in the field that you are not being
useful.” Mace murmured before lifting his hand and pressing his
knuckles almost affectionately over the others cheek.

Obi-Wan blinked at
that, quietly pleased yet confused as he resisted leaning into the
touch. “I… I don’t know what to say Mace.” Obi-Wan mumbled
out.

“Then don’t say
anything.” The man straightened, shrugging. “Just know that you
are doing your duty just like any Jedi even if you aren’t out there
swinging a lightsaber. Your strongest skills have always been your
words, never forget that.” Mace turned then nodded. “Skywalker.”
He greeted, passing by the blond on his way out.

Obi-Wan meanwhile
stared at Anakin, a slight shade of pink appearing on his ears.
“Padawan!” He got out, a bit startled as the blond looked between
the now empty doorway where Windu had disappeared and then back at
his master in a bit of surprise. “I…”

“Was that what I
think it was?” Anakin questioned in bewilderment, slowly tapping
towards the desk with a tray in hand that contained their lunch since
Obi-Wan had a lesson right after. “Was Master Windu, mr ‘stick up
his arse’, hitting on you?”

Staring back,
Obi-Wan finally shrugged. “I don’t know?” He offered, feeling
as bewildered as his padawan.

Both continued
staring for a few seconds before opting for eating since that was the
better option and the easiest one to manage at the moment.

At least one thing
was easy in this tumultuous time.

Could by Master Side become MaceObi? How would Anakin react? Would he accept it, now that reality gave him such a kick in the ass in almost losing his Master? Does he encourage it if Obi-Wan is unsure because of what happened to him?

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“Hello Obi-Wan.”

The rumbled
greeting had the redhead looking up quickly from his terminal where
he was typing up his notes, smiling when he found Mace standing in
the doorway of the classroom. “Mace, is there a council meeting?”
His pleasure at seeing the other turned to worry that was quickly
eased when the other shook his head.

“No, I was just
coming by to see how you were settling. How you were doing full out
if I’m honest.” The Korun stepped into the classroom, coming over
to the other councilor.

Sitting back in his
chair, Obi-Wan shrugged. “Health wise they say I’m still healing
though this is as good as my mobility is going to be apparently.”
He let out a little empty laughter since he had difficulty walking,
never mind running or standing for long periods without support.

Mace nodded at
that. “And the rest?” He prompted.

Running a hand over
his beard, Obi-Wan breathed out. “I guess… I’m grateful for my
teaching position and for the position on the council, scratch that,
the latter has me honored but…” He hesitated.

“But?” Once
again Mace prompted a bit, leaning on the desk.

“But I… feel
useless in the face of the war we’re going through.” Obi-Wan
confessed quietly. “There are so many out there, working away to
protect the Republic and the Order. Protecting and dying, both of the
troopers and Jedi and I’m… here.” His shoulders slumped and he
stared at his desk.

But he looked up
when Mace rested a warm hand on his shoulder, peering up through his
fringe at the dark skinned man.

Who was smiling at
him.

Gently.

Carefully.

“Obi-Wan, you are
the sole reason two of the planets backing the ICU decided to drop
out and rejoin the Republic just because you contacted them
personally and smoothed over with your words. Don’t think that just
because you’re here and not out in the field that you are not being
useful.” Mace murmured before lifting his hand and pressing his
knuckles almost affectionately over the others cheek.

Obi-Wan blinked at
that, quietly pleased yet confused as he resisted leaning into the
touch. “I… I don’t know what to say Mace.” Obi-Wan mumbled
out.

“Then don’t say
anything.” The man straightened, shrugging. “Just know that you
are doing your duty just like any Jedi even if you aren’t out there
swinging a lightsaber. Your strongest skills have always been your
words, never forget that.” Mace turned then nodded. “Skywalker.”
He greeted, passing by the blond on his way out.

Obi-Wan meanwhile
stared at Anakin, a slight shade of pink appearing on his ears.
“Padawan!” He got out, a bit startled as the blond looked between
the now empty doorway where Windu had disappeared and then back at
his master in a bit of surprise. “I…”

“Was that what I
think it was?” Anakin questioned in bewilderment, slowly tapping
towards the desk with a tray in hand that contained their lunch since
Obi-Wan had a lesson right after. “Was Master Windu, mr ‘stick up
his arse’, hitting on you?”

Staring back,
Obi-Wan finally shrugged. “I don’t know?” He offered, feeling
as bewildered as his padawan.

Both continued
staring for a few seconds before opting for eating since that was the
better option and the easiest one to manage at the moment.

At least one thing
was easy in this tumultuous time.

Can I please request some Mace/Obi-wan ? It’s pretty much my favourite pairing these days but there’s hardly anything out there ):

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Hissing a bit, Mace clenched his eyes shut as the hands continued
working on his sore and tense back before giving a delighted hum when
the thumbs of those hands dug into a tense knot in his upper back.
“Oh…kriff that’s the ticket.” He sighed.

His noises earned him a tiny laugh from behind him but Mace couldn’t
find it in him to stop the man currently massaging his sore muscles
and hey…he liked that laugh, he didn’t always hear it and he
cherished it when he did.

Sitting on the councilor’s bed, the lights were dimmed and he was
only wearing leggings and socks as the other man was in his thin
tunic and leggings, his crossed legs brushing against the small of
Mace back with how close he was sitting close to him.

When those clever hand slid along his side and then forward to cup
his stomach with the warm body pressing against his back, Mace leaned
back with a quiet rumble. “Thank you.” He rumbled softly, smiling
when a bearded chin hooked itself onto his shoulder. “That was
exactly what I needed after having to deal with Yoda all day in the
chamber.”

Obi-Wan hummed at that, smiling before he pressed a soft kiss along
the others jaw “Good, I’m always grateful when I can give you
some absolution from your hard days.” He quietly murmured, too
aware of the headache only barely held at bay.

“Your presence is absolution enough for me.” Mace confessed
quietly, just settling to the scent and sensation of the other before
reaching out to skate mental fingers along the others barriers,
smiling when they instantly lowered to let their Forces mingle.

Slowly they let their breaths fall in sync.

“Can you stay the night?” Mace questioned quietly, resting one
broad hand over the freckled ones on his stomach, tracing the little
bumps with his fingertips.

“No, I’d love to, but Anakin will expect an early lesson.”
Obi-Wan regretfully murmured, pressing his face into the curve of
Mace neck and shoulder.

That only got a low, understanding hum from the Korun and Obi-Wan
smiled into the skin, thumb circling the others navel slowly.

“Tomorrow then?” Mace questioned, pressing just a tiny bit.

“I’ll send him off with Tru for tomorrow night. I’m sure he’ll
appreciate a moment to goof off.” The senior knight murmured
against dark, warm skin.

Taking a deep breath at that and slowly letting it go to feel how
Obi-Wan’s hands shifted over his stomach, Mace nodded and let the
silence once again fill his bedroom.

Their relationship, while unexpected, had been a Force blessing,
filling both lonely lives with much needed companionship and
understanding and though they occasionally clashed over a difference
in opinion, Mace wouldn’t trade Obi-Wan for the galaxy.

As smart as he was handsome and as witty as he was humorous, even if
it was a dry sort of humor. Mace could fully get behind that kind of
humor, especially coupled with the discipline and dutifulness Obi-Wan
always showcased.

Jedi first, lovers second, that was no question.

But what wonderful lover Mace had gained.

Can I please request some Mace/Obi-wan ? It’s pretty much my favourite pairing these days but there’s hardly anything out there ):

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Hissing a bit, Mace clenched his eyes shut as the hands continued
working on his sore and tense back before giving a delighted hum when
the thumbs of those hands dug into a tense knot in his upper back.
“Oh…kriff that’s the ticket.” He sighed.

His noises earned him a tiny laugh from behind him but Mace couldn’t
find it in him to stop the man currently massaging his sore muscles
and hey…he liked that laugh, he didn’t always hear it and he
cherished it when he did.

Sitting on the councilor’s bed, the lights were dimmed and he was
only wearing leggings and socks as the other man was in his thin
tunic and leggings, his crossed legs brushing against the small of
Mace back with how close he was sitting close to him.

When those clever hand slid along his side and then forward to cup
his stomach with the warm body pressing against his back, Mace leaned
back with a quiet rumble. “Thank you.” He rumbled softly, smiling
when a bearded chin hooked itself onto his shoulder. “That was
exactly what I needed after having to deal with Yoda all day in the
chamber.”

Obi-Wan hummed at that, smiling before he pressed a soft kiss along
the others jaw “Good, I’m always grateful when I can give you
some absolution from your hard days.” He quietly murmured, too
aware of the headache only barely held at bay.

“Your presence is absolution enough for me.” Mace confessed
quietly, just settling to the scent and sensation of the other before
reaching out to skate mental fingers along the others barriers,
smiling when they instantly lowered to let their Forces mingle.

Slowly they let their breaths fall in sync.

“Can you stay the night?” Mace questioned quietly, resting one
broad hand over the freckled ones on his stomach, tracing the little
bumps with his fingertips.

“No, I’d love to, but Anakin will expect an early lesson.”
Obi-Wan regretfully murmured, pressing his face into the curve of
Mace neck and shoulder.

That only got a low, understanding hum from the Korun and Obi-Wan
smiled into the skin, thumb circling the others navel slowly.

“Tomorrow then?” Mace questioned, pressing just a tiny bit.

“I’ll send him off with Tru for tomorrow night. I’m sure he’ll
appreciate a moment to goof off.” The senior knight murmured
against dark, warm skin.

Taking a deep breath at that and slowly letting it go to feel how
Obi-Wan’s hands shifted over his stomach, Mace nodded and let the
silence once again fill his bedroom.

Their relationship, while unexpected, had been a Force blessing,
filling both lonely lives with much needed companionship and
understanding and though they occasionally clashed over a difference
in opinion, Mace wouldn’t trade Obi-Wan for the galaxy.

As smart as he was handsome and as witty as he was humorous, even if
it was a dry sort of humor. Mace could fully get behind that kind of
humor, especially coupled with the discipline and dutifulness Obi-Wan
always showcased.

Jedi first, lovers second, that was no question.

But what wonderful lover Mace had gained.

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Carefully keying
himself in, Mace took a deep breath while letting his emotions go
into the Force as he crossed the threshold of the assigned quarter of
the Naboo palace, making his way towards the room where misery was
rolling of a person as the wind outside made the curtains of the open
window flutter softly as Mace easily identified who was in such
misery and grief.

Obi-Wan.

Mace felt his own
anguish at the fact that Qui-Gon was lost, that he had returned to
the Force and there was no way they could…

It hurt.

Regardless what
Yoda said about not mourning those who had left them, it hurt so much
to lose an old friend that way.

Yan had gone to the
morgue, looking lost the entire way as he went to see his fallen
former padawan but only after Mace had told him to go while he went
to Obi-Wan.

Slowly stepping
into the bedroom, Mace observed the redhead laying in foster position
on the bed with all curtains drawn for to let no light come in.

“…I couldn’t
get to him in time.” Obi-Wan whispered. “The sith… kicked me in
the hip, I think he broke something and I couldn’t… run.” His
breath stuttered a bit before he curled in tighter around himself.

Crossing the floor,
Mace sat down on the bedside and rested his hand on the others back.
For a moment he just held it there as he stared at the wall before he
started to rub slowly along the others spine as Obi-Wan struggled
against his grief.

“Sometimes…”
Mace finally rumbled. “Sometimes we can try our best… and yet we
fail even those we love.” He settled on quietly. “And we are left
with the grief and the guilt.” He murmured, sighing when the other
flinched a bit. “In those moments, its important to remember what
the person who has left us would have wanted. And I know that Qui-Gon
would never have blamed you.” He finished.

That got a choked
little sob out of Obi-Wan.

Mace continued
rubbing slowly. “Have you been looked over by the medics?” The
master questioned, sighing quietly in relief to himself when Obi-Wan
nodded. “Good. Do you want me to stay?” He asked again.

Once again Obi-Wan
nodded and Mace stayed, hand on Obi-Wan’s back as he offered what
comfort he could to the younger man.

He remained by
Obi-Wan’s side at the pyre as Qui-Gon’s body was consumed by
flames, Yan flanking him on the other side with a hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder. Hidden by their robes, Obi-Wan clings to Mace hand too for
support as the Korun keeps his free hand on young Skywalker’s
shoulder, holding the boy to his side.

Qui-Gon had been
lost, there were no one else to train the boy but…

But the man had
believed so strongly in Anakin that Mace couldn’t just…

And then there was
Obi-Wan, he couldn’t let it all fall apart like this and so he took
Anakin Skywalker as his padawan as he remained by Obi-Wan’s side.

Mace would not let
the future anger he could sense in Anakin consume him, or let the
grief bubbling in Obi-Wan destroy him.

Call it selfish if
you wanted to, but Mace, beneath the cold exterior of his stern stoic
face, cared too much to allow Obi-Wan to be destroyed or for what
Qui-Gon believed in to be snuffed out completely. So he would do this
one last thing for Qui-Gon.