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Bunbunlove. Can we see a leo and bun grooming session? Like maybe Obi-Wan has gotten a little older and now he’s embaressed about it? But he always liked it a lot before?

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“No!” Obi-Wan
squeaked as he was picked up, flailing a bit and squeaking loudly as
he was picked up. “I don’t need a grooming session, I’m fine, I
promise master.” The bun squeaked out, his voice cracking with the
signs of puberty as Qui-Gon kept a firm hold underneath his padawan’s
armpits to carry him towards the couch.

“Yes you’re
totally fine.” Qui-Gon drawled. “That’s why you’re shields
are pulled so taunt they feel like a string and your feet keep
tapping when you’re standing still for more then two seconds.” He
said dryly, settling down on the couch with the fifteen year old in
his lap, his own tail twitching in amusement that he was keeping
carefully hidden from the boy.

“I-I…”
Obi-Wan hummed a bit, stuttering a bit before shuffling and grunting
a bit. “Its just…”

“Yes?” Qui-Gon
rumbled deeply, the sound practically a vibration in Obi-Wan’s long
ears as his master started working on his ears, long arms still
wrapped around his padawan to keep him still and not squirm away from
the grooming.

“…Senior
padawan’s don’t need grooming from their master’s and I’m
almost a senior padawan now.” Obi-Wan finally muttered, reluctantly
relaxing back against the leo as the grooming continued in a familiar
way.

It never went wrong
to sooth him after aggravating missions or long study sessions when
Qui-Gon would tug him close to reaffirm their bond with a nice
grooming session but he was getting too old for this!

Really, senior
padawans didn’t need grooming from their master.

There was a deep
rumble, Qui-Gon shifting a bit to pull his legs up beneath himself,
sitting practically in lotus position on their couch with Obi-Wan in
the fold of his legs so Obi-Wan’s fluffy cotton tail pushed into
the others stomach. “Whatever stupid idiot told you that?” The
leo grunted, rubbing his cheek against the top of Obi-Wan’s head
between his ears.

Tilting his head
backwards enough to look at his master upside down, Obi-Wan gnawed on
his bottom lip as he watched his master. “I… no one really but
all the senior padawans complain about it in the study hall when
there’s no masters around…” He whispered, feeling like a
tattletale.

Qui-Gon’s eyes
softened however. “Obi-Wan… do you enjoy getting groomed?”
He questioned quietly, watching him.

Flushing, Obi-Wan
tilted his head to look down at his lap, tapping his fingers together
while wiggling his feet a bit. “Um… well…”

There was a little
nose bump against the back of his head, Qui-Gon nuzzling lightly at
the back of his head. “Because if you’re uncomfortable with it
Obi-Wan, I’ll stop. If you really don’t want me to groom you
anymore because you just don’t like it or it makes you
uncomfortable then all you need to do is tell me.” Qui-Gon rumbled.

The two sat there
quietly, the noise from Coruscant and some chatting Jedi passing by
their door filling the silence.

Qui-Gon’s tail
dropped into Obi-Wan’s lap and the redhead quickly grabbed it,
petting the tip slowly as the bun took a deep breath. “I do like
getting groomed. Cause that means you’re close and we’re safe
and… and we got time together.” He whispered. “But I’m
getting too old for it.” Obi-Wan glanced up again. “Aren’t I?”
He stared at him, eyes wide.

“Mace grooms me.
So does my old master the few times he’s in the temple and can
spare some time for me.” Qui-Gon rumbled. “Am I too old for it?”
He raised his bushy brows.

Staring at Qui-Gon
with wide eyes for a few moments, Obi-Wan let his head tilt forward a
bit before snuggling up in Qui-Gon’s lap, letting the other resume
grooming quietly. “…Are you gonna groom me when I’m a knight
too?” Obi-Wan asked with a small, hopeful voice.

“If you want me
to. You’ll always be my bun padawan Obi-Wan, even after you’ve
become a knight and master yourself and I’ll always treasure our
time together.” Qui-Gon rumbled deeply, licking down his left ear
in a steady grooming session.

Relaxing even more,
Obi-Wan smiled to himself, scratching his fingers gently through the
fur of the tail.

He spoke again
after a few moments of silence. “Thank you master.” Obi-Wan
murmured, a gentle squeeze around his midsection his only answer.

For bunbunlove, Obi-Wan gets made fun of for his big floppy ears and his thumper feet. Qui-Gon either over hears, or finds out some of the things Obi-Wan does trying to downplay his ears and feet.

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When
Obi-Wan had been young, well younger really that was, Bruck had used
to taunt him a lot about his long floppy ears and large feet though
he never said anything about his cotton tail happily.

Clumsy Oafy-Wan
with his giant thumper feet that he tripped on and large floppy ears
that hit others in the face if Obi-Wan was too close to people and
turned his head quickly.

As a bun, Obi-Wan
couldn’t really do anything about his feet.

That was just part
of being a bun so he tried to walk as carefully and quietly as he
could instead.

However he could do
something about his ears.

Which explained why
he clipped them back with a clamp, pinning the two floppy ears
together.

Sticking out his
tongue while holding his ears straight up with one hand and trying to
judge where the clip in his other hand was going in the mirror,
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes.

And then he clamped
it on between the two ears.

He let out a little
pained gasp, feeling how the teeth of the clamp dug into tender flesh
before he covered his mouth, whining into his hand instead.

It really hurt.

He knew his ears
were sensitive but not this, it hadn’t hurt this much when Bruck or
the others pulled on them…

‘I can deal with
the pain. I can deal with it… no more Floppy-one.’ He gnawned on
his bottom lip before breathing out and nodding.

Slowly Obi-Wan
stepped out of the fresher and into the lounge part of the quarters,
moving to the couch and settling down to work on some math homework,
trying to ignore the building pain of his ears.

Every time Qui-Gon
moved in the kitchen while making lunch, his ears twitched a bit
which caused a fresh wave of pain and Obi-Wan fought against the urge
to remove the clamp.

“Obi-Wan, I think
we’re out of beans, do you think corn would be okay in your salad?”
Qui-Gon suddenly called out from the kitchen.

Taking a deep
breath, Obi-Wan fought from letting on that he was in pain as he
answered. “Corn is good.” He called back, squeaking a bit. ‘I’ll
get used to this, I’ll get use to it.’

There was a pause
and then Qui-Gon showed up in the kitchenette doorway, staring at him
with furrowed brows, ears twitching. “Obi-Wan, what’s wrong?”
He rumbled deeply.

Since the healer
visit, Qui-Gon had been paying a lot more attention to Obi-Wan’s
state of health, which was of course making Obi-Wan both embrassed
and thrilled but he wished so that Qui-Gon would just ignore it this
once.

“Its nothing
master, I’m ju-”

The leo prowled
over to him and looked Obi-Wan over, the sharp eyes shutting Obi-Wan
up even as his nose started to twitch nervously.

Blue eyes grew wide
as he found the source of Obi-Wan’s ‘discomfort’. “Obi-Wan,
why are you wearing a clamp on your ears?” He quickly reached down
and to them.

“Don’t touch!”
Obi-Wan jerked into the couch and away from the hand, biting harshly
down on his bottom lip.

“…What is going
on Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon murmured, sitting down slowly while staring at
him. His hand was still twitching as if he wanted to reach up and
remove the clamp.

Biting his lips
hard, Obi-Wan peered at his master for a long few seconds. “…I
don’t want to be Floppy-one master. Or Oafy-Wan…” He whispered.

Qui-Gon stared at
him for a long moment before his face softened. “Is that what this
is about… bullies?” He murmured quietly, voice soft and
understanding. “…Obi-Wan, you can’t let them get the
satifaction of knowing they get to you. Especially not enough to hurt
yourself.” He murmured. “And I know you’re hurting, I can tell
from the bond and from the way you keep shifting that you are in
pain.” He slowly reached up again.

Tensing, Obi-Wan
watched him but didn’t jerk away again as Qui-Gon’s large, warm
hand found his ears and released the clamp, gasping and covering both
his ears with his hands as they fell forward and the tips brushed his
shoulders.

They ached so
badly.

Qui-Gon shifted
Obi-Wan off the couch and into his lap instead, legs hooking over his
lap and head pressed under his chin. “Bullies just want to make
themselves feel bigger and you feel small. You are not clumsy and
your ears are very well attuned to hearing. Pinning those back like
that only hurts them.” He gently ran his hand up and down his bun
padawan’s back.

“…But I am
clumsy… an-and my ears keep hitting people in the face when I tur-”

“And what if they
do?” Qui-Gon broke in. “You ears aren’t that long Obi-Wan. If
they are standing that close to you, it means they invaded your
personal zone and therefor bought it on themselves.” He added,
flickering his tail. “My tail hit people a lot too, should I roll
it up and fasten it to my belt?” At Obi-Wan’s look at horror,
Qui-Gon quirked a bushy brow. “Exactly. I shouldn’t tie my tail
to my belt and you shouldn’t clamp your ears.” He slowly passed a
hand as carefully as possible over the tender appendages.

Nibbling on his
lips, Obi-Wan finally snuggled into Qui-Gon’s chest. “I’m
sorry.”

“Don’t
apologize. Just don’t hurt yourself again.” Qui-Gon rumbled
deeply, stroking his hair and ears slowly.

Obi-Wan gave a meek
nod into his chest. “…Lunch?”

Chuckling quietly,
Qui-Gon gave him a tight hug. “In a moment.”

For bunbunlove, Obi-Wan gets made fun of for his big floppy ears and his thumper feet. Qui-Gon either over hears, or finds out some of the things Obi-Wan does trying to downplay his ears and feet.

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When
Obi-Wan had been young, well younger really that was, Bruck had used
to taunt him a lot about his long floppy ears and large feet though
he never said anything about his cotton tail happily.

Clumsy Oafy-Wan
with his giant thumper feet that he tripped on and large floppy ears
that hit others in the face if Obi-Wan was too close to people and
turned his head quickly.

As a bun, Obi-Wan
couldn’t really do anything about his feet.

That was just part
of being a bun so he tried to walk as carefully and quietly as he
could instead.

However he could do
something about his ears.

Which explained why
he clipped them back with a clamp, pinning the two floppy ears
together.

Sticking out his
tongue while holding his ears straight up with one hand and trying to
judge where the clip in his other hand was going in the mirror,
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes.

And then he clamped
it on between the two ears.

He let out a little
pained gasp, feeling how the teeth of the clamp dug into tender flesh
before he covered his mouth, whining into his hand instead.

It really hurt.

He knew his ears
were sensitive but not this, it hadn’t hurt this much when Bruck or
the others pulled on them…

‘I can deal with
the pain. I can deal with it… no more Floppy-one.’ He gnawned on
his bottom lip before breathing out and nodding.

Slowly Obi-Wan
stepped out of the fresher and into the lounge part of the quarters,
moving to the couch and settling down to work on some math homework,
trying to ignore the building pain of his ears.

Every time Qui-Gon
moved in the kitchen while making lunch, his ears twitched a bit
which caused a fresh wave of pain and Obi-Wan fought against the urge
to remove the clamp.

“Obi-Wan, I think
we’re out of beans, do you think corn would be okay in your salad?”
Qui-Gon suddenly called out from the kitchen.

Taking a deep
breath, Obi-Wan fought from letting on that he was in pain as he
answered. “Corn is good.” He called back, squeaking a bit. ‘I’ll
get used to this, I’ll get use to it.’

There was a pause
and then Qui-Gon showed up in the kitchenette doorway, staring at him
with furrowed brows, ears twitching. “Obi-Wan, what’s wrong?”
He rumbled deeply.

Since the healer
visit, Qui-Gon had been paying a lot more attention to Obi-Wan’s
state of health, which was of course making Obi-Wan both embrassed
and thrilled but he wished so that Qui-Gon would just ignore it this
once.

“Its nothing
master, I’m ju-”

The leo prowled
over to him and looked Obi-Wan over, the sharp eyes shutting Obi-Wan
up even as his nose started to twitch nervously.

Blue eyes grew wide
as he found the source of Obi-Wan’s ‘discomfort’. “Obi-Wan,
why are you wearing a clamp on your ears?” He quickly reached down
and to them.

“Don’t touch!”
Obi-Wan jerked into the couch and away from the hand, biting harshly
down on his bottom lip.

“…What is going
on Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon murmured, sitting down slowly while staring at
him. His hand was still twitching as if he wanted to reach up and
remove the clamp.

Biting his lips
hard, Obi-Wan peered at his master for a long few seconds. “…I
don’t want to be Floppy-one master. Or Oafy-Wan…” He whispered.

Qui-Gon stared at
him for a long moment before his face softened. “Is that what this
is about… bullies?” He murmured quietly, voice soft and
understanding. “…Obi-Wan, you can’t let them get the
satifaction of knowing they get to you. Especially not enough to hurt
yourself.” He murmured. “And I know you’re hurting, I can tell
from the bond and from the way you keep shifting that you are in
pain.” He slowly reached up again.

Tensing, Obi-Wan
watched him but didn’t jerk away again as Qui-Gon’s large, warm
hand found his ears and released the clamp, gasping and covering both
his ears with his hands as they fell forward and the tips brushed his
shoulders.

They ached so
badly.

Qui-Gon shifted
Obi-Wan off the couch and into his lap instead, legs hooking over his
lap and head pressed under his chin. “Bullies just want to make
themselves feel bigger and you feel small. You are not clumsy and
your ears are very well attuned to hearing. Pinning those back like
that only hurts them.” He gently ran his hand up and down his bun
padawan’s back.

“…But I am
clumsy… an-and my ears keep hitting people in the face when I tur-”

“And what if they
do?” Qui-Gon broke in. “You ears aren’t that long Obi-Wan. If
they are standing that close to you, it means they invaded your
personal zone and therefor bought it on themselves.” He added,
flickering his tail. “My tail hit people a lot too, should I roll
it up and fasten it to my belt?” At Obi-Wan’s look at horror,
Qui-Gon quirked a bushy brow. “Exactly. I shouldn’t tie my tail
to my belt and you shouldn’t clamp your ears.” He slowly passed a
hand as carefully as possible over the tender appendages.

Nibbling on his
lips, Obi-Wan finally snuggled into Qui-Gon’s chest. “I’m
sorry.”

“Don’t
apologize. Just don’t hurt yourself again.” Qui-Gon rumbled
deeply, stroking his hair and ears slowly.

Obi-Wan gave a meek
nod into his chest. “…Lunch?”

Chuckling quietly,
Qui-Gon gave him a tight hug. “In a moment.”

Catcuddles. It seems like Obi-Wan had a previous owner. I keep thinking it might be Xanatos, but maybe someone else. Either way, can we see why Obi-Wan distrusts humans?

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Rubbing
Obi-Wan’s ears slowly and then scratching then, Anakin smiled when
the other purred loudly and squirmed more out over his lap. “What
an affectionate kitty cat you are.” He teased softly before picking
up the brush and carefully working it through Obi-Wan’s tail.

The
felinoide was fresh from a shower, all dry and fluffy in a set of
pajamas shirt and pants
in soft shades of pink that he seemed to adore. But he needed a
proper brush down to avoid
tangles which was why Anakin
had fetched the tail brush from his room and patted the couch for
Obi-Wan to sit.

He’d
come willingly, trusting of Anakin after these weeks and months and
had curled in close first for some scratches before
allowing Anakin to brush his tail out, half laying over the senators
lap to let Anakin get to his tail more easily.

His
friends of course were aware that Anakin had adopted a felinoide
because Anakin had made sure to file the proper papers once it was
clear Obi-Wan wouldn’t run away. He didn’t want anyone accusing
him of stealing him or anything and when no one disputed Anakin’s
papers within the month, Obi-Wan was now legally under his
guardianship and care.

Any
abuse discovered would get it terminated but Anakin was never going
to let that happen again as he was now more then sure that Obi-Wan
had a former owner who had not cared for the redhead well enough.

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin murmured quietly, still working on his tail.

“Mmmn?”
The felinoide purred happily, ears flickering.

“I
have a question and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want
to.” Anakin offered, letting go of his tail to scratch the base
gently, grinning a bit as Obi-Wan arched his butt a bit.

“Kay.”
Came the soft reply, Obi-Wan yawning a bit in
drowsy pleasure.

Taking
courage, Anakin asked the question he had wondered for weeks. “Do
you know who owned you before?” He questioned carefully.

The
reaction was instant, Obi-Wan went tense on his lap and his ears
tucked down into his ears. With the other on his lap, he could feel a
fine tremble going through his body.

“…You
don’t have to an-”

“Rako
Hardeen.” Obi-Wan rasped out. “He… He owned me.” He
whispered, tense and curling tightly up. He
looked vulnerable to Anakin, as small as he could make himself and
yet at the same time unprotected somehow.

The
name however
sounded familiar and Anakin slowly rubbed Obi-Wan’s spine with
care. “…The bounty hunter huh?” He whispered.

There
was a small nod and then Obi-Wan shifted on his lap, straddling it to
hide in Anakin’s neck with a wet sigh. “He
got tired of me… abandoned me on Coruscant and… I haven’t seen
him in over half a year.” He flickered his ears a bit and pressed
closer to the senator that had taken him in. “I had no idea what to
do, wasn’t sure how I’d survive… I only had the clothes on my
back and that was all.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin
made an understanding noise and held his no longer so sleepy and
content kitty. “Well…
I’m never going to give you up. You belong at home here with me and
I hope you know that.” Anakin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his
temple.

Obi-Wan
didn’t respond beyond burrowing a bit closer. “…Are we still
going to Senator’s Amidala party tomorrow?” He questioned
hopefully.

“Of
course.” Anakin chuckled quietly.

Catcuddles. It seems like Obi-Wan had a previous owner. I keep thinking it might be Xanatos, but maybe someone else. Either way, can we see why Obi-Wan distrusts humans?

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Rubbing
Obi-Wan’s ears slowly and then scratching then, Anakin smiled when
the other purred loudly and squirmed more out over his lap. “What
an affectionate kitty cat you are.” He teased softly before picking
up the brush and carefully working it through Obi-Wan’s tail.

The
felinoide was fresh from a shower, all dry and fluffy in a set of
pajamas shirt and pants
in soft shades of pink that he seemed to adore. But he needed a
proper brush down to avoid
tangles which was why Anakin
had fetched the tail brush from his room and patted the couch for
Obi-Wan to sit.

He’d
come willingly, trusting of Anakin after these weeks and months and
had curled in close first for some scratches before
allowing Anakin to brush his tail out, half laying over the senators
lap to let Anakin get to his tail more easily.

His
friends of course were aware that Anakin had adopted a felinoide
because Anakin had made sure to file the proper papers once it was
clear Obi-Wan wouldn’t run away. He didn’t want anyone accusing
him of stealing him or anything and when no one disputed Anakin’s
papers within the month, Obi-Wan was now legally under his
guardianship and care.

Any
abuse discovered would get it terminated but Anakin was never going
to let that happen again as he was now more then sure that Obi-Wan
had a former owner who had not cared for the redhead well enough.

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin murmured quietly, still working on his tail.

“Mmmn?”
The felinoide purred happily, ears flickering.

“I
have a question and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want
to.” Anakin offered, letting go of his tail to scratch the base
gently, grinning a bit as Obi-Wan arched his butt a bit.

“Kay.”
Came the soft reply, Obi-Wan yawning a bit in
drowsy pleasure.

Taking
courage, Anakin asked the question he had wondered for weeks. “Do
you know who owned you before?” He questioned carefully.

The
reaction was instant, Obi-Wan went tense on his lap and his ears
tucked down into his ears. With the other on his lap, he could feel a
fine tremble going through his body.

“…You
don’t have to an-”

“Rako
Hardeen.” Obi-Wan rasped out. “He… He owned me.” He
whispered, tense and curling tightly up. He
looked vulnerable to Anakin, as small as he could make himself and
yet at the same time unprotected somehow.

The
name however
sounded familiar and Anakin slowly rubbed Obi-Wan’s spine with
care. “…The bounty hunter huh?” He whispered.

There
was a small nod and then Obi-Wan shifted on his lap, straddling it to
hide in Anakin’s neck with a wet sigh. “He
got tired of me… abandoned me on Coruscant and… I haven’t seen
him in over half a year.” He flickered his ears a bit and pressed
closer to the senator that had taken him in. “I had no idea what to
do, wasn’t sure how I’d survive… I only had the clothes on my
back and that was all.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin
made an understanding noise and held his no longer so sleepy and
content kitty. “Well…
I’m never going to give you up. You belong at home here with me and
I hope you know that.” Anakin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his
temple.

Obi-Wan
didn’t respond beyond burrowing a bit closer. “…Are we still
going to Senator’s Amidala party tomorrow?” He questioned
hopefully.

“Of
course.” Anakin chuckled quietly.

For the spacehippie. Obi-Wan was an initiate who got lost (or maybe a padawan by an evil master, sold and told everyone he’d died), right? He wasn’t actually sold by his family? And maybe the Jedi can get back some of his memories?

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The weight of the
arm around Obi-Wan’s waist settled him into a light lean into the
others body, feeling like he was being encompassed with Qui-Gon’s
love as they followed Anakin and Shmi through the halls of the Jedi.

It was all a
dizzying amount of halls and doors that Obi-Wan had no hope of ever
remembering how he’d get back out so he didn’t attempt to figure
it out and instead focused on Qui-Gon and the sense of his lover so
close and protective as several Jedi peered at them curiously as they
were being lead by Jedi Master Skywalker and her padawan and son.

‘Steady my
love. They are only curious, not malicious.’ Qui-Gon whispered
across their fragile bond that Obi-Wan hadn’t dared to let Qui-Gon
deepen when the redhead was still a slave in fear for what would
happen should his masters or mistresses separate them or even just
kill Obi-Wan one day. Qui-Gon had known how to forge the bond but not
what would happen in case of Obi-Wan’s death.

With the lack of
knowledge…

Well Obi-Wan had
refused it to deepen regardless how much he longed but with his
freedom gained thanks to Shmi, the bond had started to deepen as
Obi-Wan let go of the durasteel tight shields he had clamped onto
them with what little control he had.

Not that it was
that much.

Obi-Wan willingly
admitted that he didn’t have much control of his Force abilities.

So he nestled into
Qui-Gon’s side to draw on the others strength as they stepped into
the final elevator, knowing that on the other side of it…

His life might
change.

Obi-Wan just
couldn’t expect how as he was introduced by Shmi only for the green
skinned master that was clearly a leader to drop his gimer stick in
shock as he stared at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had not
been sold by his parents.

Obi-Wan had been
sold by a knight master and when his master had returned to the
temple, been pronounced KIA.

It was startling to
realize that this was suppose to have been his home once. That he had
meet these creatures before.

And yet he had no
memories of any of them or of this place or even the entire planet.

“…I always
thought I was sold by parents.” He whispered quietly, curled up on
Qui-Gon’s lap in what was apparently a guest quarter of the temple
that they now inhabited until the council could decide what to do.

Obi-Wan had been
provided with new clothes from the Jedi’s stores since Qui-Gon had
not been able to provide him with everything and also include food
and other necessities on Tatooine with the meager jobs he was taking
on planet. So proper clothes had been provided for the former slave.

Not the worn
second-caste or holed clothes Obi-Wan had patched too many times but
fully new, homespun, warm and comfortable to only be worn by the
redhead.

Which brought them
to that moment on the couch of the living room, Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon’s
lap as the bigger man sat with his legs up in the couch with one of
Qui-Gon’s hands resting on Obi-Wan’s hip and the other laced with
one of Obi-Wan’s hands as the other rested on the long haired man’s
chest.

His ear was pressed
to the mans chest, listening Qui-Gon’s heart.

“That’s what
the mind wipe does.” Qui-Gon rumbled, chin resting on Obi-Wan’s
head, clean from the fresher as it was and smelling faintly of soft
vanilla. “It takes your memories from you and leaves you an empty
shell so you won’t think to escape because you don’t think you
have anywhere to escape to.” He said quietly.

“Still.”
Sniffling a bit, Obi-Wan nestled even closer as Qui-Gon shifted his
hand off the others hip to brush shoulder length hair behind the ear.
“To not remember anything and to have everything of your past be a
lie?” He swallowed.

“Not all is a
lie.” Qui-Gon settled his hand back on Obi-Wan’s hip. “I’m
still real. I still love you.” He pressed a kiss to the scalp.

For a moment
Obi-Wan said nothing before he gave a breathless laugh. “That’s
true. You’re still real.” He agreed and shifted on Qui-Gon’s
lap to straddle it with a knee on each side of the others thighs.
“And I love you.” Obi-Wan smiled tenderly, cupping Qui-Gon’s
face as he kissed him.

For the spacehippie. Obi-Wan was an initiate who got lost (or maybe a padawan by an evil master, sold and told everyone he’d died), right? He wasn’t actually sold by his family? And maybe the Jedi can get back some of his memories?

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The weight of the
arm around Obi-Wan’s waist settled him into a light lean into the
others body, feeling like he was being encompassed with Qui-Gon’s
love as they followed Anakin and Shmi through the halls of the Jedi.

It was all a
dizzying amount of halls and doors that Obi-Wan had no hope of ever
remembering how he’d get back out so he didn’t attempt to figure
it out and instead focused on Qui-Gon and the sense of his lover so
close and protective as several Jedi peered at them curiously as they
were being lead by Jedi Master Skywalker and her padawan and son.

‘Steady my
love. They are only curious, not malicious.’ Qui-Gon whispered
across their fragile bond that Obi-Wan hadn’t dared to let Qui-Gon
deepen when the redhead was still a slave in fear for what would
happen should his masters or mistresses separate them or even just
kill Obi-Wan one day. Qui-Gon had known how to forge the bond but not
what would happen in case of Obi-Wan’s death.

With the lack of
knowledge…

Well Obi-Wan had
refused it to deepen regardless how much he longed but with his
freedom gained thanks to Shmi, the bond had started to deepen as
Obi-Wan let go of the durasteel tight shields he had clamped onto
them with what little control he had.

Not that it was
that much.

Obi-Wan willingly
admitted that he didn’t have much control of his Force abilities.

So he nestled into
Qui-Gon’s side to draw on the others strength as they stepped into
the final elevator, knowing that on the other side of it…

His life might
change.

Obi-Wan just
couldn’t expect how as he was introduced by Shmi only for the green
skinned master that was clearly a leader to drop his gimer stick in
shock as he stared at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had not
been sold by his parents.

Obi-Wan had been
sold by a knight master and when his master had returned to the
temple, been pronounced KIA.

It was startling to
realize that this was suppose to have been his home once. That he had
meet these creatures before.

And yet he had no
memories of any of them or of this place or even the entire planet.

“…I always
thought I was sold by parents.” He whispered quietly, curled up on
Qui-Gon’s lap in what was apparently a guest quarter of the temple
that they now inhabited until the council could decide what to do.

Obi-Wan had been
provided with new clothes from the Jedi’s stores since Qui-Gon had
not been able to provide him with everything and also include food
and other necessities on Tatooine with the meager jobs he was taking
on planet. So proper clothes had been provided for the former slave.

Not the worn
second-caste or holed clothes Obi-Wan had patched too many times but
fully new, homespun, warm and comfortable to only be worn by the
redhead.

Which brought them
to that moment on the couch of the living room, Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon’s
lap as the bigger man sat with his legs up in the couch with one of
Qui-Gon’s hands resting on Obi-Wan’s hip and the other laced with
one of Obi-Wan’s hands as the other rested on the long haired man’s
chest.

His ear was pressed
to the mans chest, listening Qui-Gon’s heart.

“That’s what
the mind wipe does.” Qui-Gon rumbled, chin resting on Obi-Wan’s
head, clean from the fresher as it was and smelling faintly of soft
vanilla. “It takes your memories from you and leaves you an empty
shell so you won’t think to escape because you don’t think you
have anywhere to escape to.” He said quietly.

“Still.”
Sniffling a bit, Obi-Wan nestled even closer as Qui-Gon shifted his
hand off the others hip to brush shoulder length hair behind the ear.
“To not remember anything and to have everything of your past be a
lie?” He swallowed.

“Not all is a
lie.” Qui-Gon settled his hand back on Obi-Wan’s hip. “I’m
still real. I still love you.” He pressed a kiss to the scalp.

For a moment
Obi-Wan said nothing before he gave a breathless laugh. “That’s
true. You’re still real.” He agreed and shifted on Qui-Gon’s
lap to straddle it with a knee on each side of the others thighs.
“And I love you.” Obi-Wan smiled tenderly, cupping Qui-Gon’s
face as he kissed him.

Supportme was amazing. I know it may be a one shot, but I would love to see Plo Koon get a council meeting called to talk to Qui-Gon and then to everyone’s surprise he just politely chews them all out.

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Its very clear from
the various expression on people’s faces that they find this
meeting… unusual. But then again, its not often that Plo summons
people to a meeting and certainly not that stubborn bantha of a man,
Qui-Gon Jinn who everyone has been giving a wide berth lately because
of the death of Tahl and his students probation.

But Plo knows they
will respect him enough to show their mugs, especially since none of
them are aware what he will be speaking about.

The kel dor quietly
watches everyone, the claws of his hands tapping lightly together as
he sits back in his chair and flickers his eyes over those physically
able to appear and those who had to call in via holos.

Finally Qui-Gon
arrives, looking a bit frazzled, a bit tired with circles beneath his
eyes.

Its clear that
Tahl’s death is affecting him deeply but that’s not a surprise to
anyone on the council, they have long suspected that those two had
attachment that ran far deeper then what the common Jedi should have
had to each other but as long as neither let it get in the way of
duty or their Force, no one would intervene.

It was however time
to intervene Plo thought grimly to himself as the doors closed behind
Qui-Gon as the kel dor sat up finally. “I’m grateful to see that
you’ve all managed to tune in today, I was unsure if you would
manage it.” He drawled.

Jocasta sent him a
small smile. “Its an unusual thing for you to send out a summon and
I admit myself curious to why you have summoned us.” Here she
glanced at Qui-Gon in particular. Several of the other councilors
echoed her statement with various expression of openness to that
curiosity.

Humming a bit, Plo
finally looked at Qui-Gon. “Your padawan master Jinn, are you aware
of where he spends most of his days when not with you?” He
questioned.

Jerking a bit,
Qui-Gon blinked at Plo, opening his mouth before shrugging. “Obi-Wan
is young and I am letting him spend time with friends as he’s well
on top of his homework and his grades are impecc-”

“They are
impeccable because he’s lonely and has nothing else to fill his time with.” Plo interrupted.

Silence, quiet
stunned silence both at the half accusation and the statement.

“What?” Qui-Gon
questioned.

“I’ve been
observing him. He’s a very isolated young man, the other padawans
will have next to nothing to do with him because of his probation,
you are often away from him and his friends are out of the temple, so
he goes to the gardens where he spends time reading with some of the
small mammals and reptiles that carry pollen curling up in his lap.”
Plo leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees while watching
Qui-Gon. “I offered to spar with him yesterday to ease some of his
loneliness, he worried that he was taking my time from me. That he
was being a burden to me despite me offering the time to teach him
something.” Plo stared at Qui-Gon. “So I ask again, are you aware
of what he is doing?”

The two stared at
each other before Qui-Gon finally shook his head. “No… I’m…
not.” He confessed.

“Fascinating as
this is, I don’t see what we have to do with this ca-” Once again
Plo cut off someone in the chamber, his voice mild as he cut of Evan.

“It is the
council’s case because we were the ones to put him on a public
probation. Thereby isolating a very young, very prospering young man
who has the potential to be one of the greatest Jedi this Order has
ever had Master Piell.” Plo hummed. “Thereby we have fault in
this. But I imagine I can handle providing Obi-Wan with some company.
He enjoyed sparring with me quite a bit, eager to learn as he is.”

There was some more
shifting, a bit of guilt.

Yoda snorted at all
of them before waggling a hand towards Plo. “Guilt trip me you can
not. Tea with Obi-Wan I have.” The aged Grandmaster of the order
said. “Speak to him I do about his visions as to me he has always
confided about them.” Yoda peered at them. “But right Plo is,
lonely Obi-Wan has become. Perhaps in public the council can be seen
with Obi-Wan to ease the leeriness of other padawans should be.
Loneliness is the sad path.”  He settled on.

“I will… I will
spend more time with him too Master Koon.” Qui-Gon bowed his head
to him a bit. “I never meant for…” He took a deep breath. “…
I’ll spend more time with him, I promise.” The master murmured.

Plo hummed, feeling
a bit of vindication in his bones.

Supportme was amazing. I know it may be a one shot, but I would love to see Plo Koon get a council meeting called to talk to Qui-Gon and then to everyone’s surprise he just politely chews them all out.

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Its very clear from
the various expression on people’s faces that they find this
meeting… unusual. But then again, its not often that Plo summons
people to a meeting and certainly not that stubborn bantha of a man,
Qui-Gon Jinn who everyone has been giving a wide berth lately because
of the death of Tahl and his students probation.

But Plo knows they
will respect him enough to show their mugs, especially since none of
them are aware what he will be speaking about.

The kel dor quietly
watches everyone, the claws of his hands tapping lightly together as
he sits back in his chair and flickers his eyes over those physically
able to appear and those who had to call in via holos.

Finally Qui-Gon
arrives, looking a bit frazzled, a bit tired with circles beneath his
eyes.

Its clear that
Tahl’s death is affecting him deeply but that’s not a surprise to
anyone on the council, they have long suspected that those two had
attachment that ran far deeper then what the common Jedi should have
had to each other but as long as neither let it get in the way of
duty or their Force, no one would intervene.

It was however time
to intervene Plo thought grimly to himself as the doors closed behind
Qui-Gon as the kel dor sat up finally. “I’m grateful to see that
you’ve all managed to tune in today, I was unsure if you would
manage it.” He drawled.

Jocasta sent him a
small smile. “Its an unusual thing for you to send out a summon and
I admit myself curious to why you have summoned us.” Here she
glanced at Qui-Gon in particular. Several of the other councilors
echoed her statement with various expression of openness to that
curiosity.

Humming a bit, Plo
finally looked at Qui-Gon. “Your padawan master Jinn, are you aware
of where he spends most of his days when not with you?” He
questioned.

Jerking a bit,
Qui-Gon blinked at Plo, opening his mouth before shrugging. “Obi-Wan
is young and I am letting him spend time with friends as he’s well
on top of his homework and his grades are impecc-”

“They are
impeccable because he’s lonely and has nothing else to fill his time with.” Plo interrupted.

Silence, quiet
stunned silence both at the half accusation and the statement.

“What?” Qui-Gon
questioned.

“I’ve been
observing him. He’s a very isolated young man, the other padawans
will have next to nothing to do with him because of his probation,
you are often away from him and his friends are out of the temple, so
he goes to the gardens where he spends time reading with some of the
small mammals and reptiles that carry pollen curling up in his lap.”
Plo leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees while watching
Qui-Gon. “I offered to spar with him yesterday to ease some of his
loneliness, he worried that he was taking my time from me. That he
was being a burden to me despite me offering the time to teach him
something.” Plo stared at Qui-Gon. “So I ask again, are you aware
of what he is doing?”

The two stared at
each other before Qui-Gon finally shook his head. “No… I’m…
not.” He confessed.

“Fascinating as
this is, I don’t see what we have to do with this ca-” Once again
Plo cut off someone in the chamber, his voice mild as he cut of Evan.

“It is the
council’s case because we were the ones to put him on a public
probation. Thereby isolating a very young, very prospering young man
who has the potential to be one of the greatest Jedi this Order has
ever had Master Piell.” Plo hummed. “Thereby we have fault in
this. But I imagine I can handle providing Obi-Wan with some company.
He enjoyed sparring with me quite a bit, eager to learn as he is.”

There was some more
shifting, a bit of guilt.

Yoda snorted at all
of them before waggling a hand towards Plo. “Guilt trip me you can
not. Tea with Obi-Wan I have.” The aged Grandmaster of the order
said. “Speak to him I do about his visions as to me he has always
confided about them.” Yoda peered at them. “But right Plo is,
lonely Obi-Wan has become. Perhaps in public the council can be seen
with Obi-Wan to ease the leeriness of other padawans should be.
Loneliness is the sad path.”  He settled on.

“I will… I will
spend more time with him too Master Koon.” Qui-Gon bowed his head
to him a bit. “I never meant for…” He took a deep breath. “…
I’ll spend more time with him, I promise.” The master murmured.

Plo hummed, feeling
a bit of vindication in his bones.

So, I don’t know if this got eaten by the inbox or not. I kniw you normally write alpha!anakin. But I think it would be interesting is Anakin is an omega and Padme is an alpha and Anakin is the one who gets pregnant with the twins. A little hard to hide that one from the Jedi council, especially when Anakin is running back and forth to the front.

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Rubbing his face, Anakin took a deep shuddering breath.

He had been so careful, so had Padme, this was a damn disaster an-

“Anakin?” He looked up quickly at the voice and found Obi-Wan
standing framed in the doorway, the redhead frowning at him in
obvious worry that the other wasn’t even attempting to hide for
once. “What’s wrong? You’re broadcasting.” He moved into the
room slowly but only took one step in, just in case he was asked to
leave.

Staring at the other omega, Anakin opened his mouth, closed it and
then rubbed his face again. “…I don’t think I can tell you
Obi-Wan.” He settled on and felt the hurt bloom out into the Force
from Obi-Wan, wincing a bit at the sensation.

“I see…well I’ll… leave yo to it then.” The other murmured,
stepping back.

“Master wait.” Anakin swallowed hard, looking back up at the
other to find him already on the other side of the door though it
wasn’t closed, Obi-Wan focused on him still. “…Come in and
close the door please.”

Visibly surprised, Obi-Wan did as told and came over to the bed,
sitting down beside Anakin. “…What’s wrong? Has something else
happened?” He questioned quietly.

Normally Anakin would have gone to Palpatine, he trusted the beta not
to turn him in to the Council but…

This was something a beta would have no knowledge or reference on.

But his omega master?

He might.

“…What happens to omega Jedi who becomes pregnant master?” He
settled on quietly.

Feeling Obi-Wan shift, Anakin felt the other sit closer to him with
his upper arm brushing Anakin’s. “Well… that depends.” He
offered quietly.

“Depends?” Anakin glanced at him.

Sighing, Obi-Wan plucked at the hem of his tunic. “Well, first of
the situation it happened in. Was it heat? Rape? Willingly?” He
shrugged a bit at Anakin’s horrified look. “It happens. And after
that comes the question of what the omega in question wants to do,
abortion, keep or give to the creche. And then the question if said
omega is mated…”

He shifted a bit more and turned to Anakin, giving him a long look.
“…But if it was an accident… and the omega in question was a
knight, they could… turn the baby to the creche and still be a
Jedi.”

Anakin swallowed. “…And if they wanted to keep the baby?” He
whispered.

Obi-Wan rubbed his hand through his hair. “…Then they can’t be
a Jedi anymore, at least not one that goes on missions.” He mumbled
then hesitated before seemingly soldiering on. “I know a few
knights and masters who have given their babies to the creche and
some that have kept them and left.” He stared seriously at him. “In
the end…its up to the omega to decide what they want to do.”

Nodding, Anakin ranked his fingers through his hair, feeling them
tremble as he did. “So its all down on the Jedi omega in question
huh.” He whispered, feeling more confused then before even though
he now knew the options.

Obi-Wan’s hands were suddenly there, squeezing his flesh arm with a
small smile. “We all do what we feel is best Anakin… I gave mine
to the creche, what other omegas decide is theirs to figure out.”
He smiled.

Anakin stared at him in shock. “Yo-”

Obi-Wan shrugged and stood, patting the other on the shoulder. “If
I were the omega… I’d go speak to my alpha about how to proceed…
but that’s just my thought.” He moved to the door with Anakin
following him with wide eyes.

He stopped at the door and then looked back at Anakin. “Thank you
for trusting me Anakin, I know its a very sensitive question and…
be careful.” He added quietly before slipping out.

Licking his lips, Anakin tucked his flesh hand to his lightly swollen
stomach that the tunics still hid and breathed out hard before
reaching for his comms and waiting for the other to pick up.
“…Padme, its me… I need to talk with you.”