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In lupine copper please tell me obiwan is able to free Shimi I don’t want her to die from sand people and just want her to be happy. Also hope you’re doing well moddy.

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Stretching his legs out on the bed as he hooked his comm to his belt, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath through his nose as he resisted the urge to go shower, squinting faintly as his eyes once more adjusted to the dimness inside his nest and not the bright glow of his comm.

He felt unclean but a shower wasn’t going to fix that feeling since it was purely a psychological feeling and not a physical one after what he had just done, what he had asked his friend to do.

Obi-Wan had just asked one of his friends, maybe his best friend, Quinlan, to drop by Tatooine for ‘repairs’ on the official report and unofficially buy someone.

A sentient person, who by all rights should have rights but didn’t due to the hutts and the slave trade that the Republic didn’t dare try to untangle lest they get into a war with said hutts.

And the Jedi weren’t allowed to officially touch with a ten foot pole by the Senate, though the Jedi tried their best on the sly without being too obvious.

It was one of the things that made the Jedi better at times, particularly young knights on their first missions in the universe.

By all rights, the systematic slavery of the outer rims should be illegal, but due to it being hutt space, it was allowed to thrive with other outer rim planets joining in and the Republic not stepping in to aid said planets and the people caught up in it.

‘Not that its much better in the core, not really,’ Obi-Wan thought bitterly to himself as he carefully ran his hand through Anakin’s hair as the pup continued sleeping peacefully, not having been disturbed by Obi-Wan’s conversation. ‘Indentured servitude is still slavery only by another name considering some of those contracts are impossible to complete for whoever signs them.’ The only difference was the obviousness of it and the name.

Grease the right palms and the law looked away for even obvious slaves to come onto Coruscant and into the household of those who held power.

Did it make Obi-Wan bitter?

Yes.

Could he do much about it?

Unfortunately no and it chafed at his very bones as his canine parts snarled and rattled in unhappiness that echoed through his soul.

But he was a Jedi, not a politician as much as he tried to broker peace when he was sent to various systems with his master and oversee elections some places, some of them rigged. He was not the law and unfortunately he could not change the law either.

Looking down at the blond head of the pup resting in his nest, it almost made Obi-Wan want to try and take over an office just to try and change the law.

But the Senate was a many headed snake that moved too slowly for someone like him to do real change, which would frustrate him even more.

The only way for something to really happen would be for someone with proper power to step in.

And unfortunately, mid rim planets did not have much power in the Senate.

You’d need a core planet to start the ball rolling.

Wrapping himself around his pup, Obi-Wan let out a deep, shaking breath.

At the very least Quinlan would get Anakin’s mother to safety, the combined funds of Quinlan and Obi-Wan should be more than enough for Shmi Skywalker, especially since Quinlan knew how to barter.

Aaaand if Obi-Wan thought to hard about what Quinlan was going to barter for, he was going to be sick so he best stop thinking about that at least for now as he instead focused on Anakin.

The slow, steady breath, the warmth of the pup in his nest, the soft scent of the fresher soaps kept in his and Qui-Gon’s fresher due to Obi-Wan’s sensitive nose and the even thumps of Anakin’s heartbeat.

Focusing on that, it was enough to get Obi-Wan to settle, at least for now as he slowly rubbed Anakin’s hair, the dimness and comfort of his nest settling Obi-Wan to drowse, knowing that he would soon enough be on his way to Naboo with his master.

Obi-Wan best enjoy what time he had with his pup as he wouldn’t see the other for a good week until he returned, considering what that rather moronic queen had done in the Senate, Obi-Wan might be gone even longer.

‘Honestly, who advised her to ask for a vote of no confidence?’ Obi-Wan grumbled inwardly. ‘Whose to say the next Supreme Chancellor would be any more helpful to Naboo than Valorum, who asked for a personal favor to have the Jedi check Naboo out?’ He huffed, bemused by the Nabooan idiocy.

But then again, idiots were in power all over as Obi-Wan had learned, be it the Jedi temple or out in the outer rims milk farms.

Always one moron in power in every ruling body.

In Jedi are cats does Padme finally realize where anakin’s mannerisms and habits come from due to the viral videos? So she gets a laser pointer to mess with him

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Pressing her hand to her mouth,
watching the latest ‘Jedi are cats’ upload from the UsTube, Padme
couldn’t help but glance at her husband as he absently continued
fixing R2, switching between working and scolding the astromech.

Apparently
the bugger was being rude.

Not
that Padme could tell, she didn’t really understand binary like
Anakin did, all those whistles and trills.

Not
that the astromech’s seemingly crude way of speaking was on the
forefront of her thoughts really as she was more focused on watching
her husband sit in the sunny spot from one of the large windows, his
golden hair twined with the rays of the warm sun.

A
lot of Anakin’s behavior Padme had honestly put down to either just
being a Jedi or being a former slave, regardless how much she didn’t
like thinking about the thousands of lives being used and abused and
how slow the Senate was to do anything about it.

If
they were to do anything at all, being like the heads of a hydra and
moving so slow if they moved at all.

And
as they were already in one war, going against the hutts seemed
unlikely and it hurt Padme to realize how justice died before it ever
passed their lips, dying on the steps of bureaucracy.

The
depressing thoughts were shaken away however as Padme now had more
understanding.

It
wasn’t Jedi
behavior.

It
was Force related.

And
Padme was feeling… mischievous, watching her husband sitting on the
floor with the sun in his hair and his frame relaxed, one of the few
times he was at home and they could spend time together with her on
one of the plush couches.

Glancing
around, making sure the handmaidens were out of the way even if they
were ready to be called, Padme very quietly shifted until she could
grab the little laser pointer Bail had granted her to use for board
pointing in meetings.

A
bit superfluous but it was a practical thing when the eyes of some
Senator’s were clearly not working and they didn’t ‘read’ the
entire board in meetings.

But
right now it was going to be used for a very different purpose as
Padme clicked the red dot on and settled it on the floor near Anakin,
waiting in suspense.

Anakin…
did not react.

‘Fair
be, it’s not a living thing and it’s just light on the floor, he
might not see it…’ Padme mused after about a minute of Anakin
just muttering to himself as he worked on R2, clearly consumed in his
work.

Slowly,
Padme moved the dot, making it move more into the shadow of the
curtain where it was more visible, slowly twirling it in little
circles.

And
if she wasn’t so familiar with Anakin, she might not have noticed
when his words trailed off and only R2’s indignant trills were
filling the room, might not have noticed how his shoulders tensed.

Anakin
had noticed the spot and Padme took the chance to slowly move it
towards the curtain, wondering if Anakin would actually chase the
spot.

She
barely had a warning, Anakin’s body wiggling a bit on his position
on the floor as the dot reached the blue curtain base and then Anakin
pounced.

A
blur of black and golden curls, a low chittering noise escaping him
as he climbed the damn
curtain to get to the dot only to drop down on all four when Padme
squeaked and let her hand fall, the dot tracing the floor instead
with Anakin chasing it.

She
got a glimpse of his face at that moment, the blown wide, excited
pupils and she had to restrain the urge to giggle inappropriately at
her husband.

And
then Anakin paused and gave her the most indignant look she had ever
had the pleasure of getting from him, his cheeks turning a fire
engine red as he stared at her, still on all fours on the floor.
“Padme!” He whined out only for the sound to to come more like a
mewling noise and that was the last straw, Padme dropping the laser
pen outright as she let the giggles consume her, collapsing back on
the couch as her husband pouted at him.

Padme
could get used to having a very feline husband she would admit.

In the life with music au does Obiwan know how to play other instruments? Because I just have the sudden image of him learning how to play instruments rather easily?

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Pushing the brush out of his way, Obi-Wan anxiously glanced about,
his shoulders slumping with relief when he spotted the older man
sitting in their usual spot.

Qui-Gon
opened one eye, smiling as he watched Obi-Wan cross the space and
settle down beside him. “Good evening Obi-Wan, you’re late
today.” He murmured quietly, his deep brogue soothing to the
Initiate.

Pulling
his legs to his chest, Obi-Wan shrugged as he held around them. “A
few knights tried to get me alone to speak with me. I had to take the
long way…” He mumbled.

He
hadn’t wanted to be impolite but he recognized the knights as some
of the ones he had spoken with before his show of skill and he knew
what they wanted. What everyone that was a knight or master wanted of
Obi-Wan Kenobi.

So far
he hadn’t accepted any of them.

Some
of the other initiates didn’t like that, Chun had become even worse
and even Bant and Garen had been a bit standoffish of lately.

Only
Quinlan was behaving normally and understood his reluctance to
wanting a master that only wanted him now.

‘Now
I’m worthy of them? What was wrong with me before that they
wouldn’t take me on?’ He couldn’t help but bitterly wonder.

Least
Master Qui-Gon wasn’t being…

Well,
to be fair, Master Qui-Gon had never spoken to him until that day
they meet in this very spot. Had never taken a look at him, spoken to
him and then decided he wasn’t worth the effort.

He hadn’t asked Obi-Wan to become his padawan at all.

Caught
up in his thoughts, Obi-Wan jumped as he was touched, making a sound
of surprise as the large hand of the master in question gently
ruffled his hair.

Large
eyes looked up at the man as Qui-Gon gently smiled at him, his craggy
face softening with the kindness in his eyes. “It’s alright. I
did not mind waiting. How are you doing now?” He stated quietly,
keeping his hand in place.

It was
a kind touch, warm and friendly.

He’d
rather the hand stay and therefore remained utterly still. “Okay I
guess, just kinda tired… people are being… weird,” He shrugged
before perking up a bit. “I managed to make things float while
using the harmonica.” Obi-Wan tacked on, eyes wide.

He
didn’t quite know what the other could read but Qui-Gon’s face
seemed to soften even more in response. “I see, well done. You’ve
been trying to get the Force to work with the harmonica too for a
while, yes?” He rumbled out.

Nodding,
dislodging the hand much to his own sadness, Obi-Wan forced his smile
to remain bright. “Violin is easy, I think it has with my lungs
being in use when I use the harmonica and therefore it makes it a bit
harder.” He had theorized that a while.

Rubbing
his chin, stroking his beard, Qui-Gon let out a deep, thoughtful hum.
“I see, yes that does sound like a working theory. Are you going to
learn anymore instrument to work with?” He questioned curiously,
tilting his head with a small lifting of the corners of his lips.

Shrugging,
Obi-Wan peered down at his feet. “I would like to, but the creche
masters can’t really give me anymore instruments and I don’t know
if I’ll be able to stay in the temple… I don’t… have a master
yet…” He whispered, burying himself in his knees.

He had
mentioned the same thing to Bant and her eyes had gone so wide before
she frowned at him, telling him that he had the pick of master’s
right now because of his skill.

It was
when she had turned standoffish.

Why
couldn’t people understand?

It was
leaving him so frustrated but also sad and he just didn’t wa-

A warm
hand rubbed his back slowly in uneven circles. “Yes, I can see how
it is an issue right now. You don’t want a master that is just
there for your skill. You want someone that wanted all of you.”
Qui-Gon stated kindly.

Jerking
his head from his knees to stare at the man, Obi-Wan caught the sad,
tiny smile on the man’s face before nodding, his breath hitching
before he buried himself in his knees once more, trying to calm down
and not start crying.

It
wasn’t working.

But he
could at least keep quiet, crying into his leggings with one large,
warm hand rubbing his back.

In feral child after Anakin destroys the hutt palace does he get a cuddle pile from the lineage or comfort in general?

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The
palace is rubble.

Just
a smoking pile of duracrate and steel, twisted beyond recognition and
Anakin can’t bring himself to feel anything but a burning kind of
numbness as he stares at it, sitting on a crate as the wound in the
Force continues it mournful song to anyone that can hear it.

He
did this.

He
killed an entire palace of people, brought it down around his own
ears as Gardulla confronted him with the truth.

That
his mother was gone.

Dead.

By the
orders of Jabba.

All
for breaking a plate.

Around
him, rocks vibrated on the sludgy ground, toxic waste and slime doing
nothing for his mood as he continued staring at the broken former
palace.

He had
slaughtered them all, his men he had pulled close to him and kept
them safe with the Force but the rest of the palace had been brought
down around their ears as Anakin slowly and steadily choked the life
out of Gardulla the hutt.

She
was dead.

But
Jabba…

Anakin’s
hands twitched in his lap, several rocks rising from the mud only to
drop just as sharply when Rex suddenly sat down beside him, invaded
Anakin’s space without a care for himself. Before Anakin could
demand an answer, he was pulled into Rex lap and held tightly, a hand
ungloved hand buried in his hair.

Fingertips
rubbed at his scalp, nails gently scratching as Rex held him as
tightly as humanly possible while still in most of his armor,
Anakin’s breather mask pressed to the captain’s shoulder with how
tightly he was being held.

“I’m
here commander. I’m here.” He whispered out.

He
didn’t promise things would be alright, he didn’t say things were
alright.

But he
was there.

Breath
coming out in a deep whine, Anakin wrapped his arms around Rex,
burying himself as best he could against the clone captain’s body
as he trembled and shuddered, great gasping breaths being taken in as
best he could with the breather mask.

He
wanted to be off Nal Hutta, he wanted to be back on the Morti, he
wanted to curl up in bed and scream and he wanted Jabba in chains or
even better, he wanted his head.

But
right now there was nothing he could do about any of that.

They
had to prepare to leave but even more than that, they had to get the
planet under control.

Because
it was clear now that Nal Hutta belonged to Obi-Wan.

But
Obi-Wan was also down, settled onto a stretcher with Cody guarding
him jealously, the commander oozing with worry and protective care as
he prowled around.

That left it to Qui-Gon to ensure that the planet
would be under their rule.

Setting
up troopers around, making sure the remaining hutts answered to them,
that the populace understood their new situation.

A
whine escaped Anakin when Rex hand left his curls only to let out a
confused noise when the captain stood, the man walking in a steady,
rocking motion as he carried Anakin bridal style. “There’s a
shuttle that will bring us up, I had Fives and Echo prepare it, we’re
leaving the planet under orders of General Kenobi.” Rex murmured
quietly.

Forcing
his head up from the man’s shoulder, Anakin shot a look at Obi-Wan,
finding his old master watching him mutely from the stretcher, golden
honey eyes saddened and worried as Obi-Wan reached out weakly in the
Force in a mental hug.

It was
the best he could get from the other right now, his ghostly army had
left Obi-Wan too weak to do anything and Anakin settled back into Rex
grasp.

His
mother was gone, dead, the woman he had tried for so long to find,
the woman Obi-Wan had tried every year to find, exhausted every lead
he had on.

And
Jabba had taken her from them.

Tightening
his grip on Rex, Anakin swore he was never going to loose another
like this, these troopers were his, Obi-Wan was his, Qui-Gon was his
and no one was going to take them away from him ever again.

Anakin
would make sure of that, he was, after all, the chosen one,
wasn’t he?

Ok in feral child what’s going on now after Obiwan and Cody have shacked up? Like Cody getting a special ritual tattoo to be tracked and protected by Obiwan? Anakin and the lineage also gives Cody the shovel talk because they see all?

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To
be honest… Cody admits, if only to Rex, that he half expects
General Jinn or Commander Skywalker to come tearing through the Morti
the morning after he has bedded the General, Cody not having been shy
about leaving marks.

And
while the troopers don’t notice because Obi-Wan wears his full set
of clothes, Jinn and Skywalker gets to see what Cody sees.

Obi-Wan
in his leggings and undershirt, the hickeys and bites on his neck
obvious.

But
two days later, having been in both Sith’s company without Obi-Wan,
neither have done anything and Cody wants to ask why but at the same
time does not because he actually doesn’t want to experience this
‘shovel’ talk thing people talk about.

Finally
though, it seems Jinn has had enough on the third day of how tense
Cody is in their company as he sighs loudly and turns around from the
terminal, giving Cody a dull look. “Commander, we are not going to
eat
you, would you please calm down and stop feeling like a skittish
rabbit in the Force?” He drawled out, simply raising his brow when
Cody flustered.

Anakin
looks up from where he’s sitting on Rex lap, curiously perusing a
pad as he watches his grandmaster and the commander.

He’s
a very tactile young man and it’s not the first time he’s done
this with the Captain or any of his battalion actually, as long as
they’re accepting of it, Anakin Skywalker can and will
close in and sit on laps or lean over shoulders or outright lay out
over laps if possible.

Shifting
a bit on his feet, Cody opened his mouth then closed it, denials
would not help him.

He
had
been rather wary around the two men after all.

“You
have seen General Kenobi in his under tunic, right sir?” He finally
cautiously ventured.

That
had both of the man’s bushy brows raising, pure surprise flashing
over the craggy face before amusement flashed in amber eyes. “Is
that
what this is about? Where Obi-Wan finds his pleasures and desires?”
The man laughed, not mocking though, it was warm, amused and a bit
exasperated. “Commander Cody, I haven’t been able to stop Obi-Wan
from his desires since he was a preteen, so why would I care if you
are what he wants.” He grinned warmly, arms crossing loosely over
the barrel chest, expensive
fabric pulling taunt and shining a blood red under the command room
light.

“Even
if we were cautious,” Skywalker spoke up this time, leaning into
Rex chest like a big feline wanting pets. “It’s not like we can
issue any threats. Your his,
we can’t touch what’s his without him knowing and he won’t be
happy about that. He’s possessive over people.” The man informed
matter of fact.

Blinking
a bit, Cody looked between them uncertainly. “So neither of you
would give me a… shovel talk?” He ventured slowly, an
odd emotion in his chest that he thought might be overwhelming
relief.

Both
blinked at him before Anakin shook his head. “Why should we? If you
hurt Obi-Wan, he’d take his own revenge. And honestly, I don’t
see you as the kind of person that would hurt Obi-Wan on purpose.”
The blond honestly looked a bit confused, peering at Cody as if he
was the oddity.

Feeling
a bit overwhelmed with
more than just relie,
Cody just set his helmet on the table behind him and leaned back for
support, blinking a
bit stupidly at the two.

Snorting
faintly, the
noise amplified by the broken nose,
Qui-Gon
turned
back to his terminal, typing something in
as he
started to drawl. “We trust Obi-Wan too much to
do that, he has a good head and he wouldn’t be possessive over you
for no reason. Now, if you were a one night stand…
that would be different. Then you’d have to watch your back. But
you’re not. And Obi-Wan can decide for himself if he needs revenge
or to discipline you,” The man paused, staring at the screen before
looking over his shoulder at Cody. “That said, if you feel
uncomfortable with the current arrangement, you will have to tell
him. He doesn’t enjoy forcing himself on someone unwilling and
would take it badly to learn down the road that you did not want the
current engagement you now have.” With that Jinn was done, turning
properly back to the screen.

Rex
just shrugged, watching the two Sith bemusedly as Anakin returned to
his pad, the blond Sith no longer caring to for anything else while
rubbing his head to Rex shoulder until the man started petting his
blond curls.

Blinking,
Cody tried to absorb the information he was just given.

And
the implications.

Because
if the two Sith were right… that meant that Obi-Wan didn’t just
trust him in the professional context… but also the personal, the
softer parts of him.

And
that trust extended not only to Obi-Wan but to parts of his lineage.

He
might be watched, but neither Anakin or Qui-Gon would do anything
towards him and might actually listen to him more because of the
trust Obi-Wan had in him.

And
that… was an overwhelming realization, that he had the ear of some
of the most powerful people in the galaxy.

Going
from being nothing, just clones, just products
to… to this.

Cody
took a deep breath through his nose and then snapped to attention as
Obi-Wan entered the room, feeling those golden eyes on him.

He
could panic and think about this later.

Right
now he would be the commander Obi-Wan had come to know and trust.

Cody
could do that quite easily, after all, this was what he had been
breed to be.

Please tell me Obiwan doesn’t kill Quigon for his Darth child in feral child. I was really hoping for fluffy Sith shenanigans in regards to the lineage.

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Waking
up as something pressed him down into the bunk, Qui-Gon kept utterly
still as he met Obi-Wan’s glowing amber eyes in the darkness of his
room, his eyes slowly adjusting with the help of adrenaline and the
Force as he was suddenly utterly awake as Obi-Wan was on all fours
above him.

The
teen, almost a man, stared down at him with a blank expression before
he bared his teeth, those dangerous fangs the Force had granted him
almost glinting like knives in the dark. “You’re mine, you and
Anakin are both mine.
I have no idea what a father is suppose to be, but you fill a void
and I am not letting anyone, not even death or my future, take you
from me.” He snarled out, something low and dark in his voice.

It
filled something warm in Qui-Gon’s chest.

Ever
so slowly, he snuck a hand out from under the blankets, Obi-Wan’s
eyes following it as it reached up to carefully cup Obi-Wan’s
cheek.

His
eyes fluttered a bit at that, shutting as he pressed into Qui-Gon’s
large hand.

“I
do not know what a father should feel for a child,” Qui-Gon
whispered, his voice low and gritted from sleep and Obi-Wan’s eyes
snapped open again, once more aware and focused on Qui-Gon. “I may
have children out there,” He continued, not ashamed to admit he had
taken pleasure out in the galaxy with those who caught his interest
and fancy and he in turn managed to seduce. “But there are none I
would claim as my child but you, none as worthy or as wonderfully awe
inspiring but you, my feral little monster.” Qui-Gon murmured.

Obi-Wan’s
eyes stared at him unwavering, searching, probing for deceit and
finding none.

And
like a puppet cut of it’s last strings, Obi-Wan collapsed down on
him, prompting a grunt from the older Sith before he chuckled and
wrapped his arms around his boy, rubbing his back as Obi-Wan nuzzled
into his chest with a tiny whine.

“You
may not have come from my loins or my flesh Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon
rumbled into his ear, feeling the other freeze on his chest. “But
as certain as the sun rises on
a thousand planets in this galaxy we call our home, you are my
child and my proudest achievement is seeing you find your path and
take your rank as you fully deserve.” He whispered, pressing a
tender kiss to the others temple.

If
Obi-Wan had been a puppet cut of strings before, he was now boneless
on top of Qui-Gon, relief and something close to hope filling
Qui-Gon’s student.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s back, yawning a bit.

For
all that Obi-Wan was a Sith and close to becoming Darth himself with
an apprentice already picked out for himself the moment he earned his
title,
he was still just Qui-Gon’s feral little boy at times.

“My
little treasure, my diamond in the rough who came and found me,”
Qui-Gon whispered fondly, slowly rubbing his fingers through the
others hair while closing his eyes. “Come now, it’s time for
sleep and I imagine Anakin is tucked up in your bed all warm and
nice. Under my blanket you go then.” He chuckled into the dark.

Letting
out a tiny noise, Obi-Wan rolled off Qui-Gon long enough to get under
the blanket before tucking back up onto the man’s chest again,
Qui-Gon now being able to tell that the other was in his night
clothes and not tunic and robe at least, that would make this for an
uncomfortable sleep honestly if he was tucked up in the rougher and
thicker material.

‘He’s
heavy,’ Qui-Gon noted to himself, wrapping his arms around the
other again as he held on tightly. ‘He’s gotten so big despite
being my little boy.’

The
bunk was really much too small for two, especially with Qui-Gon’s
proportions and Obi-Wan was no little child that Qui-Gon could easily
tuck into his frame and hide away if something was afoot.

But
they made due, Obi-Wan tucking into Qui-Gon’s chest with his head
rested on the man’s collarbone.

“Rest
well my feral one.” He whispered into the dark, feeling Obi-Wan’s
slow and even breath puff against his neck.

So in the feral child verse does Quigon still have a strong living force connection and if so does he become known for his deadly flora and fauna alongside his odd Sith spawn? Because all I can imagine is Quigon introducing Obiwan to his pet nexu and her kittens? With obiwan being immediately cuddled by the nexu and her kittens?

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Watching
his master as the man moved between his plants, watering
them with his small yellow watering can,
Obi-Wan nursed the cup of tea with antidote mixed in. He knew better
than to complain about the deadly planets since Qui-Gon had warned
him several times to keep his eyes on the plant if he was near the
balcony or the plant window.

But
frankly, despite being deeply connected to the living Force, he
really had too many plants, he couldn’t help but think as he sipped
slowly, a bit grumpy since he knew it would take a few days before he
was in good shape from being bitten
by the stupid raakna
plant, a smaller but venomous version of the reeksa vine from Iego.

‘Bity
little bastards, that’s
what they are, regardless how useful master finds them to be.’
He glared at the small vine, his eyes narrowing even more at the
lobed formed blades with spines and teeth.

There
was a chuckle, clearly Qui-Gon had caught the mental grumble. “I
told you not to get to close to it for a reason Obi-Wan.” He
scolded carefully, running his finger long the head of one of the
raakna’s, laughing more when it simply shivered in what could only
be pleasure.

“It’s
still an awful little thing master,” Obi-Wan huffed deeply, taking
another sip of the tea which had been laced with the antidote against
the poison. “It keeps biting everyone but you, despite
me trying to be nice to it.”
He pouted heavily.

Setting
down his watering can, Qui-Gon turned to him and smirked lightly.
“Well there is a reason I keep it after all. It’s quite a bit
like you, my dearest apprentice.” He teased, winking a bit.

Puffing
his cheeks up, Obi-Wan glared at his master now. “I am not.” He
grumbled loudly.

“Moody,”
Qui-Gon held up a finger. “Bity, angry, dangerous, small,” He
smirked widely as Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and squirmed on the
couch, raising a finger for each of his points as his apprentice
clearly resisted the urge to say crude things since he was too tired
and shaken from the poison in his system. “And the most important
thing of all, the apple of my eye.” Qui-Gon finished, dropping his
hand down.

And
promptly the wind were taken out of Obi-Wan’s sails as Qui-Gon
lightly slapped a creeping vine that was crawling up his shoulder,
the man making his way over to Obi-Wan to pull their blanket up
around his apprentice, tucking it around Obi-Wan’s trembling body.

“…You’re
proud of me?” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling meek and small, maybe in
response to the poison in his system wrecking havoc as he sat curled
up on the couch with his blankets around him.

Or
maybe to the emotions suddenly swelling in his chest as he stared at
the other.

Qui-Gon’s
eyes just softened just a tad, gently encouraging Obi-Wan to drink by
pushing at the cup with his hand. “I am. You’ve come so far from
the day you got me to take you on, you carry my mark on your shoulder
blade and I can already see the shape of the Sith you will become.
Some mistakes happen,” He passed his hand over the bandage covering
the small bite mark on his wrist. “But without mistakes, one does
not learn. If you do not make mistakes you can become cocky,
arrogant… and that can lead to worst mistake of all, do not let
your hubris be your fall my dear apprentice.” Qui-Gon cupped his
chin and pulled Obi-Wan a tiny bit forward, pressing a kiss to the
skin.

Swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan stared at the man who threw him around the sparring
salle, the man who made him bleed and sweat and even cry.

The
same man who would wrap him up in a blanket or pull him into his body
to keep him warm during missions or trips they made. The same man who
had taught Obi-Wan how to use the amplifier
bracelet grandmaster Yan had given him.

The
same man who had sat at his bedside when Obi-Wan came down with
Ryloth pox and changed the gel pack on his head to keep him as
comfortable as possible.

Affection
and love weren’t the way of Sith, not really, though they did care
for each other and there were people who formed rather strong bonds,
but you always had to be careful lest someone stabbed you in the back
and therefore love was not part of their lives usually.

But
Qui-Gon…

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan gingerly set his cup on the couch arm before wrapping his
arms around his master’s neck, clinging to him.

Large,
muscled arms wrapped around him in return as Qui-Gon let out a quiet
chuckle. “My Feral little devil. You’ll storm the throne of the
devil one day and when you do… I’ll be right there to help you
take it.” Qui-Gon murmured in what Obi-Wan could only describe as
exasperated fondness.

Snuffling
a bit, Obi-Wan yelped a bit when the man stood only to quiet down
when Qui-Gon sat down on the couch with Obi-Wan suited on his lap now
as he took the cup and insistently pressed it to Obi-Wan’s lip.

Taking
the hint, Obi-Wan drank the antidote laced tea, watching his master
over the rim.

Obi-Wan
would like to say that this was how a father loved a son.

‘I
don’t think I mind that at all,’ He smiled around the rim as he
obediently drank the tea and then cuddled up against Qui-Gon’s
chest to leech the man’s heat heat since his own systems weren’t
working so well around the poison, Qui-Gon settling the pink and blue
cup on the table with a fond little huff as Obi-Wan closed his eyes.
‘No, I don’t think I mind at all.’

Can we have more of the daredevil recklessness au with Dooku learning about the crazy shit obiwan has done due to temple gossip? With Dooku making sure Obiwan has proper climbing equipment because Obiwan will probably never stop so might as well making it safer for him? Becaus3 Dooku did the same stupid daredevil shit Obiwan did ergo quigon is getting more gray hair and heart attacks from dooku’s encouragement.

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Hiding
his delight behind a serene smile, Yan took a new sip of his tea as
Qui-Gon stared at him with the promise of death in his eyes.

Kinda.

Well
not really, more like despair as he gripped his hands in his
leggings.

And
meanwhile Obi-Wan was excitedly squeaking and wiggling as he tested
out the gloves Yan had given him.

Climbing
gloves to be precise.

He
had heard from Jocasta how his young grand padawan was quite the
reckless daredevil, something she had cheerfully reminded him that he
had used to do. So Yan had been rather amused by that news and had
picked up a gift for Obi-Wan before showing up to meet his former
padawan at the tea salon in the temple.

Well
one of them, but he preferred the twi’lek inspired one, it smelled
of deep, aromatic herbs and was colored in deep blues and greens with
black furniture.

And
now it had an excitable young boy with a new gift.

“These
are awesome! These are miniature sticky hooks that can aid someone in
climbing up a slippery surface, almost like a spider would without
damaging the wall or surface, which would leave no visible mark if
you were infiltrating.” He squeaked with awe and fascination as he
examined the gloves he was wearing.

“Yes,
they are very good to climb with, you should try them.” Yan hummed
quietly, gesturing at the wall.

Instantly,
Obi-Wan’s eyes lit up and before his master could stop him, was
racing towards the wall, already scaling it like the utter loon the
boy was.

Just
as Yan was as a teen and oh it was so amusing to see the look of
despair and utter conflict on Qui-Gon’s face.

“You
utter asshole.” Qui-Gon whispered with horror, looking white as a
sheet as the two, along with all the other Jedi in the tea salon,
watched Obi-Wan scale the wall with excited little chirps.

“Oh
I know,” Yan stated in satisfaction, switching between watching
Qui-Gon smugly as his disheveled old padawan rubbed at his face and
looking at his grand padawan fondly as the boy rather quickly and
efficiently made his way up the wall, quickly learning his way around
the gloves.

Oh
if he had been twenty or even just ten years younger, he would have
taken this boy on as his padawan, Kenobi was an utter delight and a
pride to any lineage and he was rather happy Qui-Gon had taken him
on.

“Do
take care not to slip out of the gloves my boy when you reach the
ceiling!” He called after Obi-Wan, smirking when Qui-Gon let out an
aghast squeak.

“Yes
master Yan!” Obi-Wan called back and after a few moments called
again. “These gloves should have matching knee pads! It would make
this easier!”

Pausing,
Yan considered that before chuckling and nodding.

“No!”
Qui-Gon hissed, eyes fastened on his padawan as the boy was now
moving onto the ceiling, ‘climbing’ it in a manner with excited
wide eyes as he hung miles up over them. “You will not get him
climbing pads too! He is already reckless enough as is, he tried to
climb the tower of knowledge without support!” Qui-Gon growled,
twisting his hands worriedly together.

Hesitating,
Yan tapped his fingers on the table between them. “…So what
you’re telling me is that I need to add a helmet to the gifts.”
He clarified before smirking at Qui-Gon’s disbelieving and
terrified groan.

‘Spider
boy, spider boy, does whatever a spider does…’ Yan hummed
internally, going back to watching Obi-Wan as the boy crawled along
the ceiling with a combination of the gloves and the Force, sparking
with delight as he peered down at everyone with wide green eyes.

Truly
a little devil.

Yan
liked
his grand padawan very much.

Listen all I can imagine in the feral child au and this ask is a little crack like is that the Sith will ForceLightning meat as a form of practice for apprentices to learn how to wield it effectively. Obiwan basically becomes a master bbq chef

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Tapping
his fingers impatiently on the table, the Sith master glared at his
young apprentice as the young redhead pouted at him. “You are not a
togruta, nor a zabrak. You
can not eat raw meat, child. It
will make you sick
and could potentially kill you. Both our sub-species of human can not
eat raw meat, the potential risks far outweighs the benefits it could
potentially have.” Qui-Gon explained as patiently as he could while
wondering if he had to bring Obi-Wan down to the healers again.

“B-But
master, I can hardly even get sparks, how do you expect me to-bleh!”
Obi-Wan’s complaints were interrupted by Qui-Gon wiping a flannel
over his bloody face, the red liquid smeared out over the pale
cheeks.

“I
expect you not to eat raw meat Obi-Wan, with training comes
experience and then you can feed yourself even in an extreme
situation and ensure what you eat is safe.”
The man stressed before dropping the now blood stained flannel down
on the table. “…Also I can’t believe you just bit a chunk out
of the meat as if you’re a tiger. I’ve never seen anyone do that
before.” Qui-Gon shook his head in bemusement.

Pouting,
Obi-Wan glanced down at the meat sitting innocently on a plate in
front of him that he had indeed taken as big a bite out of as he
could, the fist sized chunk barely showing the little dent. “Well
you said, and I quote, eat this after setting it down in front of
me.” He stated with a huff, offended as he crossed his arms over
his chest with narrowed eyes.

Raising
his bushy brow, Qui-Gon smirked down his aquiline nose at his
apprentice. “It was a test and you knew it child. You’re smarter
than this Imp,” He stated with a small smirk before waving his hand
at the chunk of meat he had dropped on the table in front of his
apprentice. “So, try again.”

Grumbling
faintly, Obi-Wan dropped his eyes to the raw meat and sighed deeply.
“Master, I can hardly make sparks, I don’t think I can cook
this.” He finally stated with a small huff of defeat.

Raising
a brow, Qui-Gon pulled the plate the meat sat on over to him.

“Beside,”
Obi-Wan injected, causing Qui-Gon to pause. “Lighting can’t cook
the meat, it would burn it to cinders and leave it a mess.” Obi-Wan
stated strongly.

Both
brows now raised as high as they could go, Qui-Gon stared at his
young apprentice for an uncomfortably long and silent minute that
only the skycars outside disturbed, causing Obi-Wan to squirm in his
seat.

Finally
the man spoke. “You give up too easily my apprentice. Everything is
possible with the Force if you will it. Now watch.”

Watching
in sulking interest, Obi-Wan leaned a bit forward in his chair as the
other Sith placed his fingertips to the meat.

Instantly
the meat sparked, seemed to twitch a bit as lighting traveled over it
and Obi-Wan blinked as he could hear the sound of sizzling meat in
less than two seconds. Soon enough the smell of cooking meat reached
him and he raised astonished eyes to his master.

Smirking
in obvious smarmy
satisfaction, Qui-Gon leaned back in his own chair with his fingers
still on the meat clump that had only shrunk a tiny bit. “You were
saying something about burned?” He droned.

Opening
his mouth then closing it again, Obi-Wan tilted his head. “How are
you… that shouldn’t be possible. Lighting is… the amount of
power…” He stopped and looked up at his master with wide green
eyes as he meet the others yellow eyes.

Snorting,
Qui-Gon pulled his fingers off the meat and picked up the knife,
cutting it apart to show Obi-Wan that it was utterly cooked through.
“With the Force, anything is possible, even something as mundane as
cooking,” He stated drolly. “You just need experience and control
as I keep telling you.” Qui-Gon pointed out before holding out a
piece of the meat on to Obi-Wan.

Taking
the piece, Obi-Wan eyed it closely before popping it trustingly into
his mouth, chewing slowly with a small frown. “It tastes normal. I
mean, just bland meat.” The redhead shrugged and blinked at his
master.

Leveling
a finger at his apprentice, Qui-Gon nodded seriously. “And that
bland meat may one day be the only thing keeping you alive if you end
up in an extreme situation my Imp. Cooking
vegetables, cooking meat, cooking fish. With the Force you always
have an ally in securing food and making it safe.” He said gravely
before standing and making his way over to the fridge.

Looking
down at the cooked meat still on the plate with steam rising from it,
Obi-Wan swallowed, the meat settling heavily in his stomach.

The
kind of situation Qui-Gon had vaguely hinted to…

It
sounded personal to him, as if he had starved at one point and not
been able to eat and was desperate not to have Obi-Wan repeat the
same experience.

When
the man arrived with a second plate of smaller pieces of meat and
cubes of vegetables, he knew what the days training would be and all
Obi-Wan could hope was that he could polish his control into a fine
point.

‘…And
it would be neat to finally be able to electrocute someone.’ He
pouted inwardly even as he focused on one of the pieces of meat with
narrowed, eyes bleeding from green to gold as the Force rose.

Listen I saw the seal video so would you please make the selkie Obiwan pranking Quigon?

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Stretching
out under the sun, Qui-Gon sighed in pleasure as he felt the moist
brown
sand
below him and warm sun above him, heating his fur and drying it out
nicely as he drowsed in his seal form. The little beach area was
secluded and therefore he did not worry about being found by any
humans and even when Obi-Wan came shuffling up onto the beach a few
meters from him, he remained calm.

It
was just so nice.

The
scent of salt in his nose, the sound of the ocean with the gulls
above and the light lapping of the ocean at his hind flippers.

It
was just so lovely.

Therefore
he did not notice when Obi-Wan paused all those meters away from him.

Obi-Wan
observed his fellow selkie as a speculative and mischievous idea
formed in his mind, lighting his dark eyes up as he drew his head a
bit back before bouncing towards his master, displaying his teeth in
a pseudo smile he managed in his seal form.

Honestly
he really shouldn’t
but he was feeling fey and light and Qui-Gon was such an obvious
target and if they ended up making noises there wasn’t going to be
an issue because humans couldn’t get down to the beach without
climbing down the cliffs.

And
so his dastardly plan came together the closer he got to Qui-Gon,
aiming himself down to the hind flippers with devilish delight as
Qui-Gon didn’t as much as twitch at Obi-Wan’s closeness, oh so
trusting of the other.

He
only
huffed a bit but didn’t open his eyes or move away.

And
that
was Qui-Gon’s big mistake.

Eyeing
the man for a long moment, Obi-Wan wiggled all his flippers excitedly
before quickly nipping at the man’s hind flipper with a delighted
huff.

Instant
reaction.

Qui-Gon
honked loudly and rolled onto his side, his shock making him start
peeing while spasming his big body as he rolled just enough to stare
at Obi-Wan as the smaller seal rolled onto his flank to expose his
underbelly in
submission to the other man, giving him the biggest eyes he could.

“You…”
Obi-Wan honked again, twitching his side flippers and wiggling his
slightly aching hind flippers. “Did you nip
me Obi-Wan!?” He demanded in obvious shock.

“Maaaybe?”
The smaller selkie wiggled his flippers in return, chirping sweetly
before going still.

And
then he chirped and hiccuped in obvious delight and amusement.

The
little brat was laughing
at Qui-Gon after scaring the actual piss out of him the man noted,
the little brat had come up after hunting and outright just decided
to nip at him as a prank and oh gosh Qui-Gon couldn’t believe it.

Growling
faintly, Qui-Gon rolled onto his belly instead and bounced towards
him. “Come here you imp!”
He roared, trying to hide his own amusement at the action.

Squealing,
Obi-Wan rolled onto his belly and started bouncing out into the
ocean, still cackling even as he tried escaping from the bigger
leopard seal, the small ribbon seal making his way out into the water
and fleeing with quick moves.

Not
to be outdone, Qui-Gon decided that sunbathing was out for the day
and it was time for a good old chase because if Obi-Wan thought he
was getting away with that little stunt scotch free, than he was
sorely mistaking.

“Get
back here brat!” Qui-Gon faux roared, delighting when Obi-Wan
clearly recognized the play for what it was.

“Gonna
have to catch me old man!” The ribbon selkie squealed back, his
black and white fur glittering in the sunny water of the Atlantic as
the two chased each other around, playing in the safety of their
little hideaway.