Smallsteps

Hey, I absolutely love your work, especially small steps! Imagine Anakin going all dad on little Obi after the attack and being super protective basically not letting anyone but the clones near him.

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Moving
with the deaged Jedi on his hip, Anakin absently hefted Obi-Wan a bit
higher up when he took notice that they were a bit off balanced and
smiled down at his former master when Obi-Wan gripped onto his tunic.

He
got a small, sleepy smile in return even as Obi-Wan struggled to
remain awake but being at the Rotunda today at a meeting was clearly
taking a toll.

‘Not
to mention his still healing injuries.’ A small voice pointed out
that had Anakin mentally bristling in unhappiness.

Unhappiness
he kept firmly clamped behind his shields as he shifted into a side
hall, a shortcut that he knew would bring cut at least twenty minutes
off his route to get to the quarters.

Honestly
with his current body, the body he was more than likely keeping,
Obi-Wan couldn’t handle Anakin’s emotions when Anakin himself
went high wire as he usually did.

Or
he couldn’t handle strong
negative
emotions that
was.

Positive
emotions did no harm to Obi-Wan, it only made him a bit giddy and
maybe a bit hyper at times but negative…

Anakin
had already had three experiences with that and he could do without
the fourth as each time Anakin had become furious
or
anxiety fueled and therefore snapped at someone
and hadn’t managed to contain it behind
his shields,
Obi-Wan had broken down in tears, his child emotions and instincts
making
it impossible for him to just lock down his own emotions in reaction
to the spillover from the bond and in the Force.

As
mortified as Obi-Wan was about it, he really
couldn’t help it as he pressed his small, chubby hands to his face
and cried large tears that had Anakin’s rage turning to panic as he
threw himself flat on his former master’s graces to try and sooth
him each time.

And
honestly, seeing his bandaged, somewhat limp and tiny bruised master
coming off the shuttle with his head resting on Commander Cody’s
shoulder as he was carried burst into tears because of Anakin’s
spillover emotions was not an experience Anakin was eager to
recreate.

Which
was why he was keeping such a close tab on him and the council, by
some grace of the Force miracle, was allowing it.

Maybe
they could see was much as Anakin that Obi-Wan needed the contact and
the closeness.

The
troopers were wonderful people and they were doing their best… but
for a Force sensitive, used to communicating on a different level
with the Force, there were certain needs that Obi-Wan had, especially
in his childish body.

The
little quirks and waves of the Force that friends and acquaintances
sent each other when they saw one another passing in the halls. Or
even outright conversations carried simply with the Force for those
who were bound that deep.

Anakin
could speak with Obi-Wan that way and he was working to get that
close to Ahsoka, but such bonds took time.

But
at the moment, with him bristling, Anakin couldn’t do it, not
without risking spillover.

So
instead he sent little pokes and waves at Obi-Wan along with everyone
else that were close enough to Obi-Wan.

Speaking
of Obi-Wan… he was starting to get rather heavy, his body going
rather lax against Anakin’s chest with his head resting on the
blond’s collarbone and a little peek into the Force gave Anakin all
he needed.

“You
should eat a little when we get to the kitchen but you feel exhausted
master.” He murmured softly, running his flesh and bone hand over
soft hair.

Obi-Wan
let out a soft little snuffling noise. “Just… I don’t know
Anakin, my body won’t listen to me. And the healers said that if I
bolster my body with the Force right now, I could stunt my own
growth.” He whispered, his lisp becoming more pronounced with his
tiredness.

Stroking
still with the red hair, Anakin let out a considering noise as he
ducked into another hall shortcut that he knew of, frowning slightly
to himself. “Then I think I’m going to just let you nap honestly
master, an hour sleep and then we can give you those vitamin gummi
bears the healers assigned you and then you can eat.” He snuggled
Obi-Wan under his chin.

Honestly
he bet the stroking and slight swaying with his walk wasn’t really
helping Obi-Wan either.

And
that was proven right as he could feel Obi-Wan grow soft and fuzzy in
the Force as his body tipped from drowsiness to sleep, his body
growing utterly loose limbed as he breathed deeply.

“Rest
well little master,” Anakin whispered, already plotting how to feed
him and how to convince the council to allow the 212th
and 501st
work together from here on out on relief missions alone. “I’ll
watch over you.” He promised as he finally stepped into their
quarter hallway for their rooms.

It
was time for a long, quiet nap.

Imagine Obi trying to negotiate in the senate in Smallsteps and people are trying to listen but they’re just distracted by how adorable this tiny red haired toddler is, waddling on top of the table and trying to speak as seriously as he can. Until he gets distracted by Anakin coming in then he heads straight for him. That’s how you get the Jedi in a better light. Show them baby Obi.

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Pressing
his hand to his mouth, Bail struggled not to either croon or laugh
and he knew that if he did, neither Obi-Wan nor the troopers behind
him would appreciate it.

The
latter would understand but they would not appreciate it no and
exchanging a quick glance with Padme had Bail desperately biting his
bottom lip as he saw the same struggle on the other Senator’s face.

Honestly
most
of the table was struggling clearly as Obi-Wan, the Negotiator,
waddled as he walked up and down the table, lisping faintly as he
spoke about the required resources the GAR needed, how armor
improvements should be on the Senate’s next scheduled session and
quite important things but he was so precocious looking and sounding!

Using
such big words and waddling on the table to make sure people saw him,
because standing still was an issue with his young body because there
was a lot of energy in it for short amounts of time and when they had
arrived, Commander Cody had been carrying him on his hip.

Bail’s
heart had broken a bit at the sight of
bacta
bandages on the other’s wrist and neck, having heard of the ambush
on the others relief mission but it was different seeing it in person
when Obi-Wan was so small.

Suddenly
Obi-Wan paused and let out a bone cracking yawn, little hands
covering his mouth before blinking tiredly, seemingly confused before
he colored deeply and shook his head. “Apologies senator’s, I’m
still trying to cope with this body and the influx of hormones and
energy levels.” He stated as primly as possible, his chubby cheeks
colored a deep color.

Before
anyone else could say anything, Padme sat forward in her chair and
gave Obi-Wan a wide smile. “We fully understand Master Kenobi, this
is a unique situation and as far as I’ve understood even among Jedi
this is not really understood?” She tilted her head curiously, like
a feline almost.

Obi-Wan
grimaced but nodded, tucking his hands behind him in parade rest as
she fully faced the Nabooan senator. “Yes
Senator Amidala, it is a Force artifact that blew up on us and
therefore we can not replicate what it did to me that caused the
current situation, the healers are… uncertain if I can even be
returned to my grown body.” Obi-Wan’s face did a funny spasm.

He
looked like he was about to cry, his bottom lip wobbling a bit.

About
to stand and ask for a break, Bail bit in his words as the door
opened however to reveal Skywalker, the blond looking around quickly.

Obi-Wan
instantly turned and then moved to the edge of the table, holding
open his arms at the other man with wide eyes. “Up.” He lisped
out and if Bail didn’t know better he’d say the Jedi in child
body was… grumpy.

The
knight instantly closed the distance and lifted his former master up
into
his arms, tucking him to his chest to nuzzle gently at his hair.
“Hey, you’ve all been in here for hours and it’s closing in on
your nap time master, you know your body needs to sleep more.”
Skywalker stated quietly before looking up curiously at the
Senator’s, giving them a small bow with his master in his arms.

Seeing
the opening for what it was, Bail stood. “I do believe we covered
the most important parts, Master Kenobi has pointed out for us and I
believe we will happily bring it up for the Senate in the next
session.” He stated in a calm tone,
watching how Obi-Wan settled his head on Skywalker’s shoulder with
lidded eyes that proved that nap time should be close,
the blond slowly rubbing the others back with one large hand.

‘Stars,
he’s so small and chubby and cute.’ Bail thought to himself even
as he wondered if the holoclips from the rooms surveillance would be
spread.

And
honestly would that be a bad thing?

Seeing
the comfort given to one of the Jedi order’s… well not injured
but tampered with Jedi members that required them to have more aid.

To
see them be just as human as anyone else.

“Thank
you Senator Organa, if there are any questions you can happily
message us of course.” Obi-Wan stated with a tired voice before
making a soft noise as the commander stepped close, offering him a
little green and blue packed snack bar and once more Bail had to bite
his lip because that was one of those child fruit bars snacks!

‘Fuck
me, he’s too cute and precious for this galaxy.’ Bail rubbed his
beard as Obi-Wan nibbled on the snack.

I kind of feel like Obi-Wan could use a good old sobfest for the whump you’ve hit him with in SmallSteps. Like if it was me, I’d just be bawling all over the place. My troopers would definitely find me hiding inside my commander’s armor. Just – stick a fork in me, I’m done. So… How’s Obi holding up?

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Shaking
as he woke up, Obi-Wan felt his entire body ache with pain even as
his mind told him exactly what had happened and the Force told him
what was going on with his body.

As
he laid there, Cody and Helix came into his line of vision, the medic
and commander’s equally relieved faces telling him just how bad of
he had been and how happy they were to see him awake as Helix put
gentle, glove covered hand’s on the Jedi in a child body.

Slowly
Helix removed the oxygen mask on his face and took in his vitals,
talking soothingly as Cody took a tiny hand in his own ungloved one.

Cody’s
hand was warm Obi-Wan noticed.

Both
Helix and Cody’s hands were warm.

They
were gentle.

And
Obi-Wan was hurting, both internally and externally.

He
had been sick for days with a cough and then he had been hurt because
they were ambushed and now he was being touched so gently, as if he
was made of fragile glass. Before he could even start to comprehend
it, Obi-Wan let out a loud sob and held his arms up at Cody.

Amber
eyes turned wide in shock before narrowing in sharp sympathy and
compassion. Cody chucked
his
chest plate and
picked
up his general before Helix could okay it.

Thankfully
the medic didn’t try to interfere, only watched in worry as Cody
bundled the small child sized Jedi against his chest to rock him
while sitting on the medbay. “It’s alright General, I’m here,
we’re here. We won’t leave you alone. Ner Jetii, ner vod’ika,
Obi’ika it’s alright, we are here and
we won’t leave you, never willingly little general.”
Cody whispered into his ear as Obi-Wan sobbed into his chest, sore
and pained and humiliated by his situation and the pain of his body.

He
knew he would feel mortified later once he was calm but right now
Obi-Wan needed
the comfort he
was being offered so gently by the troopers.
Because while he was mentally an adult of well thirty six years old,
his body was three and so was his body chemistry, his hormones and
his emotions were following that line, especially now that he wasn’t
in full control of
his faculties
as he so desperately tried to
hold on until this day.

He
didn’t even care that Cody was treating him like the small child
his body resembled nor that Obi-Wa nwas actually behaving as the
small child in question.

Large
hands cupped his small, hurting body, held him to a warm, comforting
and protective person with a second person gently stroking his hair
as Obi-Wan continued to sob until he was empty of
tears and feeling more settled,
his
eyes sore and his cheeks pink with
a sore and snotty nose.

Carefully
Obi-Wan
was gently pulled away from the comforting warmth but only long
enough that Helix could tenderly wipe his cheeks and
nose dry
before he was right back to Cody’s shoulder, held comfortingly
against the man’s chest as the commander stood from
the bed.

The
man rocked and bounced gently as he walked with his General, treating
him more like a vod’ika than the
adult he really was but
it was helping even if it was a bit humiliating, comforting
in a way Obi-Wan couldn’t really explain.

‘But
kark it,’ Obi-Wan thought tiredly as he sniffled softly with his
sore nose. ‘I am
little and Cody is warm and comforting and willing to hold me.’ He
thought as he held onto the blacks of the other man.

He
only lifted his head when there was a gentle touch to his back that
wasn’t Cody since both his hands were used to support and
cradle Obi-Wan’s
small body
against
his chest,
finding Helix with one of the small juice bottles that had been
packed for Obi-Wan’s snack times as it was called playfully
by the troopers.

“Think
you can drink some? I bet that would help after all that crying you
did sir.”
Helix said softly, shaking the juice box a bit as
Cody stopped moving.

Sniffling
a bit, Obi-Wan hesitated even
though he was parched.

“I
also mixed in some painkiller with a syringe General,” Helix
explained after
a moment.
“I don’t want to give you too much and having you drink it laced
in the juice would prevent me from injecting you when
you’re already suffering.”
He offered
up quietly.

Licking
his crusted lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth silently, letting Helix
place the straw at his lips.

He
felt pathetic, like the child he had been turned into but maybe it
was time to just accept what he had become and the support and
comfort he was offered by
those around him who only wanted his best.

Maybe
owed some
comfort in
some instances.

But
certainly he
could accept the offered
comfort
by the troopers to their tiny and vulnerable General.

oooh, smallsteps is soo cute! can we see more? maybe there winds up being an attack when smol Obi is helping with relief effort? more protective clones? or maybe we can see a protective Ahsoka rescuing smol Obi?

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There
is something that one must never forget when one is working with
Jedi, something every trooper must
keep in mind.

Jedi
have the worst luck.

It
is as if they have been cursed since the moment they were brought
into the temple.

Cody
would like to say he did not forget but he did grow complacent,
thinking that as a regressed in age Jedi, the impact would be less
sever and that the Force or the galaxy would have some mercy on the
wobbling adult man in a toddlers body as he tries to help the rest of
the galaxy with the relief effort the high council has given them
much to Cody’s discomfort even if he understands the why.

Apparently
however, the galaxy is not that merciful to Jedi.

They
are ambushed in the early twilight as Obi-Wan tiredly rubs at his
eyes with his fists and Waxer cooes softly at how adorable their
General looks at that moment, several troopers resisting the urge to
join in on the cooing.

All
hell dropped the next moment as several droideka dropped down in the
camp, scaring everyone half to death and pretty much waking everyone
firmly up as battle suddenly ensued and to Cody’s utter horror, he
lost sight of Obi-Wan.

He
lost sight of his tiny, three year old in body General in the middle
of a battle and had no idea where the unbalanced and small Jedi was
as they fought against the droideka, troopers bringing up shields and
the chainguns and Killer got out the rocket launcher before Cody
could even yell at someone to get it.

They
needed the droideka out of the camp the moment they landed and Cody
needed to find his General because this was total mess and they
needed to alert the another battalion, most hopefully Skywalker and
the 501st,
that they were under attack and needed backup as CIS presence were
now confirmed on the planet once more.

As
the dust dies down, faintly Cody has the thought that this was
planned, that maybe, just maybe this ambush was to get Obi-Wan in his
vulnerable state before brushing the thought away. “GENERAL!?” He
yells instead with a hoarse voice. He has to find Obi-Wan.

()()()

He
looks too little, the big medbed making him seem even smaller as he’s
bundled up in the middle with wires coming out everywhere and an
oxygen mask connected to his face. Holding the little hand gingerly,
Cody wondered how the hell this had happened before cursing out the
CIS in his mind.

They
had found Obi-Wan, rather quickly Cody would like to say too, however
that hadn’t been enough when Obi-Wan had clearly gone down for the
count the moment the droideka landed.

A
ruined stone arch had come down on him, crushing several bones,
causing inner bleeding and giving him a concussion.

Cody
had seen that Obi-Wan’s eyes were bloodshot when Helix had peeled
up a lid and the image of the Jedi in a child body coughing up blood
as they moved him would haunt him as he shuddered and stroked
Obi-Wan’s hand gently.

He
had informed the High council and they would be shipping whoever was
closest to them with the utmost urgency but at this point Cody was
worried and had the camp on high alert to a second ambush and attack.

Not
that he needed to say it at all, everyone was out for blood now that
their little Jedi was injured, everyone had seen it when Obi-Wan had
spewed blood up and had cried out in pain despite being passed out.

Moving
without additional protection was dangerous and Obi-Wan was already
in a fragile condition from
before from
his bought with the cold
as Helix had explained that he had also
taken severe damage to the point he needed to be kept still for at
least a few days, quietly admitting to Cody that if he could, he
would have him in a bacta tank.

‘But
we don’t have a bacta tank down here do we,’ Cody thought
bitterly, wishing they were up in the Negotiator as he looked at
Obi-Wan’s too pale face before smiling weakly as he looked at the
flowers someone had picked and put in a small cup on Obi-Wan’s
bedside for him to see when he woke. ‘Boil if I were to take a
guess, wanting
to cheer him up with some color despite acting like a grumpy gus.’
He summarized to himself, a little cold hand held
protectively in his.

Taking
note of the constellation of freckles on the hand, Cody focused back
on the others chest rising and falling slow. “…Come on General,
we need you to wake up, please?” Cody whispered.

He
received no answer except for the steady breath and Helix quietly
coming over to check Obi-Wan’s vitals, the medic gently squeezing
the commander’s shoulder in solidarity.

For smallsteps may we please have some bonding with the clones? For example, the clones are extra protective of their tiny general, the 212th especially. Thank you so much for write and I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with such toxic crap. You deserve to be spoken to politely. After all you done HAVE to write for us.

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Coughing harshly
into the napkin he had been given, Obi-Wan’s tiny body shook
heavily in the grasp of his Commander as the man carried him about to
make traversing much easier on his General turned into a child.

Obi-Wan had
insisted to be allowed to do something, practically anything
for the Order and the war effort and eventually they had given into
the insistence and pleading eyes of the chubby cheeked child.

Oh Anakin had not
been happy about it until Windu had pulled him aside and had
whispered something quietly to him and then he had reluctantly
agreed.

Obi-Wan and the
212th had been put to refugee duty, helping people either
flee war torn planets and resettle in safer core worlds if they no
longer wanted to stay or help them rebuild building and get them
supplies after the war had ravaged their homes.

And it was
something worth while to do that Obi-Wan could supervise his men
while doing but…

Well there was an
unforeseen consequence to it all.

Obi-Wan, the adult,
had all his immunization shots.

Obi-Wan, three and
a half, did not.

So he had gotten
sick mingling with all the refugees on planets where the sewer
systems had broken apart and hygiene might have come second hand in
the desperate need to survive.

Which explained the
terrible cold Obi-Wan currently had and why he was allowing his very
protective Commander to carry him around on his hip while stroking
his back each time he started coughing.

His petite body
shook with cold spasms and fever ached his bones while the coughing
hurt his throat and lungs. Food didn’t taste right and his nose
felt like it was perpetually leaking fluids which made Obi-Wan feel
even grosser.

At least now he had
clothes that fit him.

The creche had been
quick to equip him with a full set of clothes, small robes, tunics,
socks, leggings and shoes. And when they heard he was shipping out on
missions he was also given mittens, scarves and a few beanies and it
was only a tiny bit embarrassing that they were covered in tiny
little sabers.

Honestly with all
the other stuff going on, Obi-Wan was quietly pleased about the
sabers on his mittens and scarves.

Settling his
flushed cheek on Cody’s cold chest plate, he blew his nose and
sighed heavily. “Do you think Helix has a stim he can give me for
my headache?” He questioned, tone miserable and his question alone
telling Cody that Obi-Wan was on the edge of it all.

“We can hear with
him General.” Cody said as he made his way towards their camp from
the refugee one. “I’m sure if nothing else we can make you a cup
of herbal tea and keep you warm at least. And hear if there’s
anything else we can give you.” He tucked Obi-Wan closer to his
body.

And while the
others armor covered body couldn’t warm Obi-Wan, the feeling of
protective worry washed over him in a steady stream that warmed
Obi-Wan from the inside out.

It was clear that
Cody didn’t want to leave him alone at all but the Commander
eventually handed Obi-Wan over to Gus and Longshot to care for as he
stomped back to the refugee camp to continue with the supplies.

Longshot wasted no
time in throwing a bunch of pillows and blankets into a tent and
cuddling in with Obi-Wan after the Jedi had been given cold meds by
Helix to try and ease the worst of his symptoms.

Gus had rigged a
holo to play a frankly childish cartoon movie but…

Obi-Wan was
honestly enjoying it, curled up against Longshot’s warm chest with
the clones arms around him, herbal tea in a sealed cup to sip from
and blankets covering him with pillows around. It was warm and
comfortable and from Gus and Longshot the same sensation of worried
protectiveness curled around him, once more warming the Jedi from the
inside.

Perhaps it was his
current hormones and the neurochemicals he was now in possession of
with his child body but it felt nice to be cared for and protected
and as Gus tucked the bear like beige colored plushie Ahsoka had
given him.

It had made him
embarrassed and ashamed at first but cuddling it tended to help his
anxieties and at the moment, sick as he was, Obi-Wan was just
grateful.

Perhaps his
situation wasn’t totally terrible.

For smallsteps may we please have some bonding with the clones? For example, the clones are extra protective of their tiny general, the 212th especially. Thank you so much for write and I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with such toxic crap. You deserve to be spoken to politely. After all you done HAVE to write for us.

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Coughing harshly
into the napkin he had been given, Obi-Wan’s tiny body shook
heavily in the grasp of his Commander as the man carried him about to
make traversing much easier on his General turned into a child.

Obi-Wan had
insisted to be allowed to do something, practically anything
for the Order and the war effort and eventually they had given into
the insistence and pleading eyes of the chubby cheeked child.

Oh Anakin had not
been happy about it until Windu had pulled him aside and had
whispered something quietly to him and then he had reluctantly
agreed.

Obi-Wan and the
212th had been put to refugee duty, helping people either
flee war torn planets and resettle in safer core worlds if they no
longer wanted to stay or help them rebuild building and get them
supplies after the war had ravaged their homes.

And it was
something worth while to do that Obi-Wan could supervise his men
while doing but…

Well there was an
unforeseen consequence to it all.

Obi-Wan, the adult,
had all his immunization shots.

Obi-Wan, three and
a half, did not.

So he had gotten
sick mingling with all the refugees on planets where the sewer
systems had broken apart and hygiene might have come second hand in
the desperate need to survive.

Which explained the
terrible cold Obi-Wan currently had and why he was allowing his very
protective Commander to carry him around on his hip while stroking
his back each time he started coughing.

His petite body
shook with cold spasms and fever ached his bones while the coughing
hurt his throat and lungs. Food didn’t taste right and his nose
felt like it was perpetually leaking fluids which made Obi-Wan feel
even grosser.

At least now he had
clothes that fit him.

The creche had been
quick to equip him with a full set of clothes, small robes, tunics,
socks, leggings and shoes. And when they heard he was shipping out on
missions he was also given mittens, scarves and a few beanies and it
was only a tiny bit embarrassing that they were covered in tiny
little sabers.

Honestly with all
the other stuff going on, Obi-Wan was quietly pleased about the
sabers on his mittens and scarves.

Settling his
flushed cheek on Cody’s cold chest plate, he blew his nose and
sighed heavily. “Do you think Helix has a stim he can give me for
my headache?” He questioned, tone miserable and his question alone
telling Cody that Obi-Wan was on the edge of it all.

“We can hear with
him General.” Cody said as he made his way towards their camp from
the refugee one. “I’m sure if nothing else we can make you a cup
of herbal tea and keep you warm at least. And hear if there’s
anything else we can give you.” He tucked Obi-Wan closer to his
body.

And while the
others armor covered body couldn’t warm Obi-Wan, the feeling of
protective worry washed over him in a steady stream that warmed
Obi-Wan from the inside out.

It was clear that
Cody didn’t want to leave him alone at all but the Commander
eventually handed Obi-Wan over to Gus and Longshot to care for as he
stomped back to the refugee camp to continue with the supplies.

Longshot wasted no
time in throwing a bunch of pillows and blankets into a tent and
cuddling in with Obi-Wan after the Jedi had been given cold meds by
Helix to try and ease the worst of his symptoms.

Gus had rigged a
holo to play a frankly childish cartoon movie but…

Obi-Wan was
honestly enjoying it, curled up against Longshot’s warm chest with
the clones arms around him, herbal tea in a sealed cup to sip from
and blankets covering him with pillows around. It was warm and
comfortable and from Gus and Longshot the same sensation of worried
protectiveness curled around him, once more warming the Jedi from the
inside.

Perhaps it was his
current hormones and the neurochemicals he was now in possession of
with his child body but it felt nice to be cared for and protected
and as Gus tucked the bear like beige colored plushie Ahsoka had
given him.

It had made him
embarrassed and ashamed at first but cuddling it tended to help his
anxieties and at the moment, sick as he was, Obi-Wan was just
grateful.

Perhaps his
situation wasn’t totally terrible.

For «small steps» can we have more of ani/baby obi wan bonding? maybe ano realising obi-wan DOES feel super deeply, but just is really good at pushing his feelings down as an adult. AND that palps is being manipulative when he tries to make ani think obiwan doesn’t care. idk, seeing a toddler being all pitiful would prob help their relationship

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Holding on tightly
as Obi-Wan trembled in his arms, Anakin stared out the window of the
hallway as he stood outside the Chancellor’s office as he tried to
digest what had just happened.

Palpatine
suggesting that Obi-Wan was holding him back, Obi-Wan’s emotions
going high wire, the shock on Palpatine’s face when Obi-Wan had
started to cry…

Anakin picking
Obi-Wan up and into his arms and basically running out of the office
with his master while throwing a hasty goodbye over his shoulder.

Slowly Anakin held
Obi-Wan’s jerky body even tighter to him as he tried to listen to
the other babbling apologies into his tunic with the small fists
latched in Anakin’s black tabards.

Feeling like he was
in a daze, Anakin slowly made his way down the hall to where he knew
there was an alcove he and Obi-Wan could hide away in for a bit, a
place he knew off because of Padme and tiny snogging they’ve done
in the Senate.

Settling his back
against the wall, he rocked Obi-Wan while rubbing his back with his
mech hand, humming as he held the other tightly to him as the man in
child body sobbed.

It was
heartbreaking.

Heartbreaking and
unusual and Anakin wasn’t sure what to do outside of trying to calm
Obi-Wan down and Force it hurt so much to hear him cry when Anakin
was struggling to ease his pain and vulnerabilities.

Eventually the
tears ended but only because the other didn’t seem to have anymore
water in him to keep the waterworks going.

Slowly, hesitantly,
Anakin reached up and cupped the others chin with his fingers to tilt
his face up, staring at Obi-Wan’s red eyes and runny nose for a
long moment as Obi-Wan leaked both misery and shame into the Force.

“I’m sorry
Anakin… I can’t… this body.” Obi-Wan hiccuped.

“No, no its okay.
He shouldn’t have said that Obi-Wan.” Anakin assured, shifting
the other closer to him.

There was a time he
would have agreed with Palpatine though but faced with the tear
stained face of Obi-Wan and the misery just filling the Force, it was
clear that the redhead wasn’t… he felt deeply but was just good
at hiding it.

But now, with his
brain chemicals and hormones all in unbalance he no longer had that
fine control he had earned with adulthood.

Slowly Anakin dried
what he imagined was sore eyes and reddened cheeks before pressing
his master in shape of a toddler tightly to his chest, hugging him.
“Come on, lets just get home. We can watch a holo movie together
and have tea and snacks, what do you say?” He offered.

Obi-Wan gave a
little sniffle and then plucked on Anakin’s tabard where he had
rubbed tears and snot earlier. “…Can I sit in your lap? W-With
the plushie Ahsoka found for me?” He whispered quietly, sounding
ashamed even as he said it.

“Yeah, we can do
that.” Anakin assured quickly, adding a smile to the other so
Obi-Wan wouldn’t feel so self conscious about it. “We can drag
the duvet from the bedroom too and cuddle up on the couch together.”

Smiling meekly in
return, Obi-Wan settled his cheek on Anakin’s collarbone. “…Thank
you.” He whispered.

For «small steps» can we have more of ani/baby obi wan bonding? maybe ano realising obi-wan DOES feel super deeply, but just is really good at pushing his feelings down as an adult. AND that palps is being manipulative when he tries to make ani think obiwan doesn’t care. idk, seeing a toddler being all pitiful would prob help their relationship

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Holding on tightly
as Obi-Wan trembled in his arms, Anakin stared out the window of the
hallway as he stood outside the Chancellor’s office as he tried to
digest what had just happened.

Palpatine
suggesting that Obi-Wan was holding him back, Obi-Wan’s emotions
going high wire, the shock on Palpatine’s face when Obi-Wan had
started to cry…

Anakin picking
Obi-Wan up and into his arms and basically running out of the office
with his master while throwing a hasty goodbye over his shoulder.

Slowly Anakin held
Obi-Wan’s jerky body even tighter to him as he tried to listen to
the other babbling apologies into his tunic with the small fists
latched in Anakin’s black tabards.

Feeling like he was
in a daze, Anakin slowly made his way down the hall to where he knew
there was an alcove he and Obi-Wan could hide away in for a bit, a
place he knew off because of Padme and tiny snogging they’ve done
in the Senate.

Settling his back
against the wall, he rocked Obi-Wan while rubbing his back with his
mech hand, humming as he held the other tightly to him as the man in
child body sobbed.

It was
heartbreaking.

Heartbreaking and
unusual and Anakin wasn’t sure what to do outside of trying to calm
Obi-Wan down and Force it hurt so much to hear him cry when Anakin
was struggling to ease his pain and vulnerabilities.

Eventually the
tears ended but only because the other didn’t seem to have anymore
water in him to keep the waterworks going.

Slowly, hesitantly,
Anakin reached up and cupped the others chin with his fingers to tilt
his face up, staring at Obi-Wan’s red eyes and runny nose for a
long moment as Obi-Wan leaked both misery and shame into the Force.

“I’m sorry
Anakin… I can’t… this body.” Obi-Wan hiccuped.

“No, no its okay.
He shouldn’t have said that Obi-Wan.” Anakin assured, shifting
the other closer to him.

There was a time he
would have agreed with Palpatine though but faced with the tear
stained face of Obi-Wan and the misery just filling the Force, it was
clear that the redhead wasn’t… he felt deeply but was just good
at hiding it.

But now, with his
brain chemicals and hormones all in unbalance he no longer had that
fine control he had earned with adulthood.

Slowly Anakin dried
what he imagined was sore eyes and reddened cheeks before pressing
his master in shape of a toddler tightly to his chest, hugging him.
“Come on, lets just get home. We can watch a holo movie together
and have tea and snacks, what do you say?” He offered.

Obi-Wan gave a
little sniffle and then plucked on Anakin’s tabard where he had
rubbed tears and snot earlier. “…Can I sit in your lap? W-With
the plushie Ahsoka found for me?” He whispered quietly, sounding
ashamed even as he said it.

“Yeah, we can do
that.” Anakin assured quickly, adding a smile to the other so
Obi-Wan wouldn’t feel so self conscious about it. “We can drag
the duvet from the bedroom too and cuddle up on the couch together.”

Smiling meekly in
return, Obi-Wan settled his cheek on Anakin’s collarbone. “…Thank
you.” He whispered.

Hey Modddy! For “Small Steps” how does Anakin react? Obi may be mentally an adult, but his body/brain chemistry is that of a child, and I imagine he has the (still learning) immune system of a toddler too? I imagine Anakin would be panakin with a smol, sick, and helpless master.

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Having been warned, in details by Kit Fisto, and actually seeing it
was two different things Anakin had to admit as his master stared up
at him from the face of a three year old with little freckles
covering his chubby face and a too large pad held in small hands as
he sat in Obi-Wan’s favorite blue armchair that had been in the
quarters since Anakin had first entered it.

Behind him, Ahsoka gave a little awed gasp and then fluttered past
him in a hurry, kneeling down in front of Obi-Wan and the chair with
her hands on the arms of it. “Master Obi-Wan!” She squeaked. “You
were so tiny!”

Obi-Wan blinked at her then gave a shy smile. “Hello Ahsoka. And
yes… I used to be small.” His voice was just a tiny flute like
thing, more refined then most toddlers but that just reaffirmed that
this was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin entered the quarters and moved closer too, staring down at the
little boy. “Kark Obi-Wan…” He didn’t know what else to say
though he couldn’t help a little laugh when Obi-Wan scowled up at
him, the look more like a pout then an actual scowl and certainly not
intimidating at all.

“Language Anakin.” He huffed sternly.

It was almost laughable that a tiny toddler was scolding him but then
Anakin sobered.

This was Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan who was actually thirty six and not three
and he was stuck in his small body to the frustration of the master
from what Kit had told him.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, its just such a strange situation.” Anakin
apologized quietly.

That got a sigh out of Obi-Wan, tinged with frustration and
weariness. “You can say that again.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

Ahsoka glanced up at Anakin in worry at that before reaching out and
pulling the little boy body into a careful hug.

Obi-Wan tensed up at first before slowly relaxing into the hug and
even tucking his face into Ahsoka’s shoulder with a little sniffle
that had Anakin jumping in surprise before he quickly joined in on
hugging the tiny body.

‘Brain chemistry and Force abilities are all out of sync for him.
Everything is different even if the memories and personality is the
same.’ Running his hand through Obi-Wan’s feathery soft hair,
Anakin made a quiet noise. “How about I make you some tea Obi-Wan?”
He questioned gently.

“…Only allowed decaf tea… but please?” One slightly glassy
eye peered up at Anakin from Ahsoka’s shoulder.

“I’ll make a pot of one of the decaf teas you like.” The knight
assured, giving the others hair another stroke before moving away to
allow Ahsoka more space to hug Obi-Wan, getting up and going into the
kitchen instead.

He took the chance to make Obi-Wan a scone with some jam filling and
creamed cheese in too, if Obi-Wan was anything like his old self he
wouldn’t have thought to eat and if his body was anything like kids
in general he would need some food to keep his blood sugars up.

Peeking out into the living room, Anakin smiled to himself when he
saw Ahsoka had joined Obi-Wan in the armchair and had the other Jedi
on her lap as he showed her something on the pad. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, how
come its always you?’ He thought wearily to himself.

Hey Modddy! For “Small Steps” how does Anakin react? Obi may be mentally an adult, but his body/brain chemistry is that of a child, and I imagine he has the (still learning) immune system of a toddler too? I imagine Anakin would be panakin with a smol, sick, and helpless master.

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Having been warned, in details by Kit Fisto, and actually seeing it
was two different things Anakin had to admit as his master stared up
at him from the face of a three year old with little freckles
covering his chubby face and a too large pad held in small hands as
he sat in Obi-Wan’s favorite blue armchair that had been in the
quarters since Anakin had first entered it.

Behind him, Ahsoka gave a little awed gasp and then fluttered past
him in a hurry, kneeling down in front of Obi-Wan and the chair with
her hands on the arms of it. “Master Obi-Wan!” She squeaked. “You
were so tiny!”

Obi-Wan blinked at her then gave a shy smile. “Hello Ahsoka. And
yes… I used to be small.” His voice was just a tiny flute like
thing, more refined then most toddlers but that just reaffirmed that
this was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin entered the quarters and moved closer too, staring down at the
little boy. “Kark Obi-Wan…” He didn’t know what else to say
though he couldn’t help a little laugh when Obi-Wan scowled up at
him, the look more like a pout then an actual scowl and certainly not
intimidating at all.

“Language Anakin.” He huffed sternly.

It was almost laughable that a tiny toddler was scolding him but then
Anakin sobered.

This was Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan who was actually thirty six and not three
and he was stuck in his small body to the frustration of the master
from what Kit had told him.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, its just such a strange situation.” Anakin
apologized quietly.

That got a sigh out of Obi-Wan, tinged with frustration and
weariness. “You can say that again.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

Ahsoka glanced up at Anakin in worry at that before reaching out and
pulling the little boy body into a careful hug.

Obi-Wan tensed up at first before slowly relaxing into the hug and
even tucking his face into Ahsoka’s shoulder with a little sniffle
that had Anakin jumping in surprise before he quickly joined in on
hugging the tiny body.

‘Brain chemistry and Force abilities are all out of sync for him.
Everything is different even if the memories and personality is the
same.’ Running his hand through Obi-Wan’s feathery soft hair,
Anakin made a quiet noise. “How about I make you some tea Obi-Wan?”
He questioned gently.

“…Only allowed decaf tea… but please?” One slightly glassy
eye peered up at Anakin from Ahsoka’s shoulder.

“I’ll make a pot of one of the decaf teas you like.” The knight
assured, giving the others hair another stroke before moving away to
allow Ahsoka more space to hug Obi-Wan, getting up and going into the
kitchen instead.

He took the chance to make Obi-Wan a scone with some jam filling and
creamed cheese in too, if Obi-Wan was anything like his old self he
wouldn’t have thought to eat and if his body was anything like kids
in general he would need some food to keep his blood sugars up.

Peeking out into the living room, Anakin smiled to himself when he
saw Ahsoka had joined Obi-Wan in the armchair and had the other Jedi
on her lap as he showed her something on the pad. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, how
come its always you?’ He thought wearily to himself.