suspense

For your newest fic #ModernJedi Does Obi-Wan Remember too?

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He
won’t claim that he doesn’t know.

Obi-Wan
is… aware that this is not his first life but details are fuzzy and
people are telling him he has an active imagination, that he looses
himself in his own mind.

People
and locations in his other life is very fuzzy even if he knows a few
people.

He
remembers Anakin at least and he remembers Qui-Gon but those are the
only ones who are utterly clear and he can account for every line and
freckle on their faces.

But
he knows the Force utterly, it is a warm embrace that lets him
connect to the world in a wholly different manner to to many people
around except he is not the only one to do connect.

He’s
not sure if he knows those people though and therefore does not poke
around.

Until
he sees him.

Qui-Gon.

He
had only rushed into the cafe for something to eat and a nice cup of
tea even if it was nothing like the tea from his past memories it was
doable.

Though
the bagged stuff was worse of than the loose leaf and he had mourned
the lack of it as he had turned and looked for a place to sit only to
meet those blue, oh so blue eyes.

He
knows this one, he sees this one in his
dreams, in his fuzzy memories,
staring at the man with his plate and his tea in hand as
he takes in the situation.

He’s
not wholly the same, his hair is a lot shorter and more chestnut than
silver as his age seems to be closer to Obi-Wan now, he’s wearing
jeans and a red button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows
that exposes strong and sun tanned arms. But he still has those eyes,
those ever blue eyes and a beard framing his mouth, a hooked nose
that may had gotten broken and still those large ears that Obi-Wan
had used to tease the man about so long ago in a different universe
where they had been master and padawan.

Slowly
he makes his way towards the other man, not even asking if
there’s space as
he places the tea and his treat down on
the table with small clicks without looking away from the other.

He
wants to say something as the other man stares up at him but Obi-Wan
doesn’t have word and suddenly that doesn’t matter because
Qui-Gon is on his feet, his arms thrown around Obi-Wan to bring him
into a tight hug.

It’s
almost possessive, he’d say as the larger man practically folds
Obi-Wan into his body in a desperate manner, as
if Obi-Wan has been missing and has only now been found and Obi-Wan,
who doesn’t usually tolerate touches, melts into the arms
and chest.

He
smells musky sweetness, incense and flowers on the man which makes
him press his cheek to the chest while letting out a hitched little
gasp that he struggles to push down.

If
he starts crying in the middle of a cafe he will never hear the end
of it.

It
may be a minute or it may be hours later when Qui-Gon pulls back
enough to raise a shaking hand, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek with a
smile of disbelief and love on his face. “Obi-Wan, you’re here.”
He rumbled quietly, eyes flickering greedily over the others face.

Raising
his hand, pressing his own over that large hand, Obi-Wan smiled
shakily in return. “I go by Ben these days… but I imagine you
also go by something else.” He whispered in return.

Huffing
slightly, almost on the verge of hysterical, Qui-Gon shook his head.
“I’ll always be Qui-Gon for you padawan mine…”

Overwhelmed,
Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around the man again and hid in his chest
again.

All
those memories his shrinks and parents had tried to tell him was just
imagination and here Qui-Gon was and he knew Obi-Wan and it was true.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t crazy, he was Obi-Wan, Ben was his new life name yes but
Obi-Wan was also him and it was real.

Sinking
into that body that provided warmth and safety, Obi-Wan let a few
silent tears wet the others shirt from relief and joy mingled all
together.

Because
finally everything would be alright, everything would be alright
because his master was finally back and Obi-Wan was right where he
belonged.

Prompt: A mission takes Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and anyone else you do or don’t feel like including to question someone at a bdsm dungeon. It’s assumed that the reason Obi is so agitated is because he’s a perfect golden innocent child tm… until someone (or multiple someones) recognize him.

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Glancing
about the club pumping with music and the vibration of the living and
the hazy smell of musky
smoke
in the air and atmospheric dimmed light that
all screamed of intimacy,
Obi-Wan tried to hide his nervousness from both his master and
Quinlan.

He
really didn’t want to be at the Glazed Dragon, why their suspect
had run into the bdsm dungeon club he had no idea but they had and
Obi-Wan really wished they had not.

Or
rather he wished that he did not have the companions he currently had
as they looked around the Glazed Dragon at people in various state of
dress, kneeling or sitting and even someone who was engaging in a
blowjob.

They
were in one of the privacy booths of course but everyone could tell
even if they couldn’t see properly.

It
wouldn’t matter if they could, if the privacy wasn’t engaged.
Once you entered the Glazed Dragon, you had consented to seeing this
kind of thing because that was in the contract everyone signed before
they entered the second door and just how his master and Quinlan
hadn’t noticed he was not required to sign, Obi-Wan did not know.

Oh
how he wished that the perp hadn’t run of into the club, clearly
having a membership that allowed them in and because they were Jedi
and were claiming investigation, all three Jedi were allowed in.

The
bouncer had only given Qui-Gon and Quinlan some narrow looks before
shrugging and letting them in, neither taking notice of how the
bouncer only gave Obi-Wan friendly nod before the female besalisk
went back to leaning against the wall and watching.

Both
were sending him looks now though, Qui-Gon of exasperation and
Quinlan of amusement as the man threw an arm around him in
companionable affection. “Alright then Obes, I know that you’re
kind of restrained and sorta prudish but you do know that you’re
going to have to open up that mind and accept some practices out
there.” He teased as
a semi nude twi’lek sashayed past them with a leash in her hand,
hooking the ring onto the collar of a burly looking zabrak who she
cooed at.

Quin
yelped however as he was shoved off Obi-Wan with the Force by an
irate master, who gave the Jedi knight a slight glare. “Obi-Wan
does not have to do anything he is not comfortable with,” He stated
sternly before hesitating and sighing. “Though Obi-Wan, you do have
to understand and respect the culture and live styles of others.”
He continued a bit more gently.

Stammering
a bit, Obi-Wan waved his hands. “That’s not it master, I fully
understand and respect a bdsm practice.” He
tried to explain without giving himself away.

Which
was promptly busted when there was a loud squeal and Obi-Wan was
suddenly lifted of his feet by a two meter tall man with long, very
long black hair to his rear tied back, piercing brown eyes and a
beatific smile on his face. “Obi-Wan! Little Imp you didn’t say
you’d be back so soon!” He
cried out happily as he held Obi-Wan up with his arms under the
redhead’s armpits.

Flushing
deeply, feeling both his master and Quinlan’s eyes on him while
also remembering the last time he saw Karas,
Obi-Wan smiled shyly at the man holding him up, his
large hands under Obi-Wan’s armpits. “Hello Karas sir and I
wasn’t suppose to sir, I’m here on duty.” He explained quickly.

The
now named Karas face went through several emotions at once, surprise,
disappointment and then last acceptance as he set Obi-Wan down,
nodding. “Oh I see, that explains your companions.” He rumbled,
rubbing his clean chin with a sigh. “That is too bad, I was hoping…
ah well.” He shrugged and smiled.

Bowing
slightly to the man, Obi-Wan kept the nervous flutters behind a
smile. “Maybe another time, sir.” He offered up, almost purring
when Karas gently patted his head.

“Yes,
that does sound good. But for now I’ll look for another companion.
None as great as you but oh well.” He laughed that booming laugh
before nodding to both Quinlan and Qui-Gon, offering them respect
before wandering further into the club.

Nervously
Obi-Wan turned around and
smiled meekly at the two wide eyes staring at him, Quinlan even
gaping rather unattractively at Obi-Wan as the kiffar’s muscled
arms hung at his sides. Qui-Gon at least had managed to restrain
himself to simply raising his brows high with wide eyes and crossed
arms over his chest. “I um, I can explain?” He offered up.

At
that Qui-Gon, with an odd look in his eyes, settled one bushy brow
down and one up. “I imagine I can guess Obi-Wan considering that
interaction.” He stated calmly before tilting his head. “And
since that guess involves being intimately familiar with this place,
I would like to request that you lead the charge to find our suspect,
that good with you padawan?”

Flushing
horribly and grateful for how the dim light would hide that fact,
Obi-Wan nodded and moved past the two.

But
he was under no illusion that they would forget about it and that
there would be questions later on, especially Quinlan could be a nosy
bastard and Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon’s burning eyes in his back.

But
right here and now they were Jedi and they had a smuggler of Force
artifacts to find.

And
frankly, Obi-Wan was suddenly very relieved that they could both be
professional because the idea of explaining his inclinations in the
Glazed Dragon was not something he was interested in, especially as
they had both gotten a good look at Karas, the tall, barrel chested
man with long hair tied back and the leash on the man’s belt.

Yes,
he was very happy they were being dutiful because if he had to
explain it now, he would combust with embarrassment.

‘So
much for trying to keep a low profile and not letting other Jedi
know.’ He thought mournfully even as he thought he felt a phantom
sensation of a hand in the low of his back, a slight shiver going
through his spine that made him blink and
wonder…

EEK! FloralSkin is so good! Can you continue it? Does the battle go well? Does Cody reveal to Obi-Wan? What does he SAY?!? Also bless you for writing during your period of rest. It was a delightful surprise.

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When Obi-Wan had allowed himself to consider meeting his soulmate…

Well,
he hadn’t thought it be in a galactic war that’s for sure but he
did have some images.

Maybe
he’d come swooping in as a Jedi to be a rescue, maybe his soulmate
would be one of those to save him when the mission had gone wrong or
maybe they would be a pirate or smuggler or…

But
still…

The
one thing that remained true for every makeshift imagination and
scenario he had made in his own mind in quiet moments one thing
remained true,

The
Force had sent him someone who would love him, love Obi-Wan for who
he was, love him not because he was a Jedi but despite it. Love
him not for who he had been or who he’d become but for who he was.

Not
padawan Obi-Wan, not Knight Kenobi and certainly not Master and
council member Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And
never for being High General Kenobi, at the helm of a war he didn’t
want anything to do with, that set revulsion deep into his soul as he
was backed into a corner by the Senate as every other Jedi and became
war leaders of a slave army.

No,
all he wanted was someone who’d love Obi-Wan.

And
Obi-Wan would love them wholly too, regardless what they were.

He’d
understand and give them the love they should have, love them for who
they were and not what they had done or what they were.

He
hoped that wasn’t asking for too much, he didn’t want to be one
of the tragic stories of the galaxy about soulmates who weren’t
compatible, who ended up breaking each other apart.

And
there were a few weeks and months where he was sure he wouldn’t get
that chance, some years ago when his flowers had flickered with color
and almost turned utterly gray.

He
wouldn’t tell Anakin but he had spent those days praying to the
Force, begging them not to take away his soulmate with everything
inside of him screaming in denial until the color became fixed once
more.

And
now he’s finally staring at his soulmate, Cody standing in front of
him, a large scar curving his eye as Obi-Wan’s blood rushes through
his veins, a river in his ears that makes it difficult to hear Cody
as the man nervously says something, his helmet under his arm.

And
Obi-Wan can’t say a thing, just stares at him, sitting at his desk
in the privacy of his tent.

Here
he is, here Obi-Wan’s soulmate is, brave, beautiful, smart and
Obi-Wan’s own commander and part of the GAR that renders something
in Obi-Wan’s chest.

Because
he can’t save his own soulmate.

But
he’s alive.

And
Obi-Wan can see Cody’s face fall a bit, clearly Obi-Wan is taking
too long to respond.

He
doesn’t need to think.

He
doesn’t think at all as he moves,

Obi-Wan
does something utterly undignified
that would have Anakin gaping at him in shock and yet Obi-Wan still
perfectly tackles Cody to the floor, out of the tent flap.

The
commander’s helmet goes flying as he yelps loudly in shock but
Obi-Wan already has his hand under the others head, cushioning the
fall as he wraps the Force around them, the last thing he wants to is
to hurt Cody.

Instead,
breathless as they lay on the ground with Cody staring wide eyed up
at him with those amber eyes of Jango Fett, Obi-Wan presses wild,
desperate kisses all over his face, whispering under his breath in
stewjoni,
welcoming his soulmate into his heart.

Because
he already loves him.

He
said he’d love his soulmate regardless who they were and what they
did.

But
Cody is even easier to love than Obi-Wan had ever suspected his
soulmate would be and he only pauses when Cody cups his cheek,
meeting those eyes with his own.

Smiling
shakily, Cody presses one chaste kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips in return.
“Su cuy’gar ner runi kar’ta.” He whispers and Obi-Wan can feel
his heart fly at those words, as Cody greets him in mandalorian.

‘Hello
my heart soulheart.’

Closing
his eyes, Obi-Wan let out a ragged breath before returning the
greeting. “Su cuy’gar ner runi kar’ta Cody.” Obi-Wan returned
the chaste kiss, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt and yet he never
wanted to stop smiling ever again.

He
found his soulmate.

#UncertainBeginnings pls Obi wan’s reaction when he first saw Kamino and the clones? Did Dooku leave the order?

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The
galaxy continues on, the worlds spin and the Jedi continue wandering
out into the galaxy to do their duty as requested by the Senate
though honestly, Obi-Wan has never heard the any missions being
rejected frankly.

Even
when they should have.

The
galaxy grows darker but there is a spark of light.

Anakin.

Anakin
continues to grow and prosper and become a beacon that Obi-Wan can’t
help but adore and maybe spoil a bit under Qui-Gon’s giant nose as
he gives the boy treats and trinkets when he returns from long
missions.

And
Anakin is quite good at fixing up his arm too though Obi-Wan still
mourns the lack of tactile sensation from the fingers even though
Anakin has tried to experiment with sensors.

It’s
just not the same as proper fingers even though it works slightly.

But
the galaxy continues onward and the years roll by and Obi-Wan has no
idea how it came to this but he’s staring at rows and rows of
identical men in white armor with Yan at his side and he can feel the
heat below his skin.

Palpatine’s
been working hard in the shadows.

Obi-Wan
knew the other had been up to something but this was beyond anything
he had expected and he feels nauseous and obviously Yan notices how
sick Obi-Wan is feeling as he places a hand in the low of his back to
support the young knight out of view from the Minister.

And
meeting Jango is…

Well,
Jango hates them and the way he stares at Yan…

Obi-Wan
has to send Yan away before giving Jango his attention again.

The
Mando’a crosses his arms over his chest, muscles flexing slightly
through the blue shirt. “So, what do you want Master Jedi?” He
questioned, clearly struggling to keep a polite tone.

Pausing
a bit, Obi-Wan tasted the words he wanted to say on his tongue before
sighing tiredly and sitting down slowly on the closest chair, staring
at Jango. “…He’s going to betray you.” He stated frankly,
revealing
for the first time what he had found out much to his own horror and
still uncertain how to deal with it, revealing to Jango that he knew
exactly who had hired the bounty hunter.

And
instantly he
got
a tense bounty hunter on his hands, amber
eyes
narrowed at Obi-Wan.

Great.

‘In
for a dip, in for a dive.’ Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders before
shrugging. “Palpatine is not a man one can trust, he may have given
you what you wanted for as long as you were useful but your
usefulness is clearly coming to an end and he can’t have people out
there knowing the truth.” He stated calmly.

Amber
eyes were still narrowed at him and a hand dropped down to the man’s
belt.

If
Obi-Wan was to take a guess, he’d say there was a blaster there but
he didn’t make a move to defend himself, only stared mutely at
Jango.

The
man who held his life currently in his hands before he slowly sat
down across from Obi-Wan. “…I’m listening.” He murmured.

Reaching
up, Obi-Wan ran his mech fingers through his hair, letting out a
huffing breath while ignoring the way Jango’s eyes flickered to the
metal. “Most people in the galaxy has forgotten what a Sith is, but
you’re both Mandalorian and smart, so yo-”

“I
know what a Sith is,” Jango snapped in. “The
darjetti were never forgotten by the Mandalorian-wait, are you
telling me that Palpatine…” He trailed off, staring at Obi-Wan.

Quirking
his lips humorlessly, Obi-Wan wiggled his mech fingers at the man,
the
derma only covering to his wrist at the moment.
“His apprentice took my arm off, it was one of the sacrifices I
made to figure things out and keep those I cared for safe…
something I imagine you can understand.”

They
both glanced towards what was likely Boba’s room, Jango’s jaw and
knuckles white with tension.

He
looked like he wanted to slug Obi-Wan and escape.

“Palpatine
won’t care about Boba, Boba doesn’t know about him, but you do,”
Obi-Wan stated quietly and calmly. “If I were you, I’d run but
he’d chase you. You’re a clever man however and your reputation
is quite strong. If anyone could stay under a Sith’s radar without
being Force sensitive, you would be one of them.” He shrugged
before sitting back in the chair.

Jango’s
jaw muscle was jumping, his eyes flickering between the door, Obi-Wan
and the window where the rain was pounding.

Now
the dice was in Jango’s hand and Obi-Wan would have to act
accordingly.

‘Just
maybe… I can prevent a war before it even breaks out.’ He
wondered shakily as he thought of all those armored men for what
other purpose did an army have than war and Obi-Wan sent a prayer to
the Force for leniency and mercy.

Already in love with FloralSkin, can’t wait to see when Cody & Obi-wan meet! (maybe in Cody’s perspective?)

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Staring,
Cody wonders which goddess is laughing the loudest at him, destiny or
mercy.

Actually
he wasn’t sure which one but whichever, he wanted to give them a
hug as he continued staring at his soulmate, watching the flower that
matched the scar beneath his helmet.

He
could feel his other vode staring between them but that wasn’t
important as General Kenobi continued speaking about the battle plan,
his face the picture of calm and contemplating.

‘And
beautiful… beautiful and smart and that does explain the scars on
my body appearing and sometimes disappearing.’ Cody mused
internally.

Trying
to focus, Cody wondered how the other would react to him.

He
already knew he loved this man even without knowing him. Knew that
whatever the goddesses of the galaxy had a finger in on the soulmates
couldn’t have given him a better one and Cody will cherish him
forever.

But
he want’s to be cherished too.

Hopes
that Obi-Wan will cherish him.

Back
on Kamino, right after waking up from receiving the rather telling
scar, Cody had promised himself he’d survive to at least find this
person the scar would connect him to, promised himself that he would
survive to at least find them.

And
here Obi-Wan was, sporting a forget-me-not all over his face and he
could spot the peek of a flower at the back of the others neck, the
same position as a small sparring accident scar he had gotten from
Rex once.

‘My
soulmate.’ He reminded himself, feeling giddy with delight but
right now he had a battle to focus on.

He
could speak with the Jedi later even though his mind was up in the
clouds and all he wants to do is fling his helmet off and grab the
others hands, to ask to see all his flowers and lavish them with
gentle kisses.

The
flowers are gentle when they appear, Cody knows that, his body is
covered with Obi-Wan’s scars in flower shape and they make a
beautiful patchwork… but he wants to lavish those scars with kisses
as much as the flowers.

Flowers
are gentle, soft.

Scars
are not.

Scars
are the trauma your body is set under even if your soulmate gains
flowers on their own in response to it.

It
was one of the first things he researched among many other vode when
they got off Kamino, General Koon and General Ti quick to show them
the soulmate botany sites that existed throughout the holo sites when
the troopers had admitted to their own flowers, though Cody wasn’t
sure about the meaning some of these were prescribed.

Some
of them were a bit too fantastical or weird.

He
wonders if he scared Obi-Wan that time he almost died from head
trauma.

Cody
still remembers the shock of sitting there and reading how colors
would bleed out if your soulmate died, how the flowers flickered and
then became gray and then rubbing his scar furiously, hoping beyond
hope that maybe his own hadn’t noticed it?

Fruitless
wish now of course, the Jedi would have to have noticed, being
surrounded by his padawan at most time of the day when Skywalker was
still his padawan.

When
Obi-Wan shifted, he could see the inside of the man’s palms since
he wasn’t wearing his gloves, saw the scars that matched the
flowers on the inside of his hands.

Purple
violets he had come to learn, that supposedly meant ‘thinking about
your love’ and Cody’s heart was beating in his chest because if
that was true then Obi-Wan had been thinking about him and that was
just making all sort of funny feelings slither through his belly.

But
as much as he wanted to remove his helmet and show the other, to find
the scars and the flowers, Cody held himself back because they had a
battle and they could not afford to be distracted and if there was
anything Cody knew would be a distraction, it would be the soulmate
flowers. But kark if that didn’t make him itch all over.

It
felt wrong to hold back.

‘It’s
only until after the battle, once it’s finished… once it’s
finished I’m wooing him.’ Cody thought decisively.

Bend the Knee

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A
feral animal will beat itself bloody against the bars of it’s cage
for as long as it has energy. It will beat itself against it’s bars,
snarling and raging for freedom until it either breaks or is free to
run wild.

But
different beasts have different levels of determination for freedom
and some give in much too early.

But
the instinct remains, the urge to flee, the urge to run and will
remain until they are utterly broken.

The
wild and the feral can never truly become domesticated.

The
same goes for humans who are caught and raging at their own cages, be
they physical or mental ones.

Especially
mages.

Though
Obi-Wan would like to point out that he is not in a rage… or maybe
a small silver of it but it’s a cold rage, the kind of rage that
comes with winter, steady and creeping, slow and calm and has the
patience to beat itself slowly so it will last longer than the cage.

Freeze
the bars and break them open instead of breaking his own bones.

That
doubles for the dragon inside of him that bubbles and snarls at the
cage of fate that he is suppose to wield, the mage and hand of the
future king of Coruscant.

Obi-Wan
was born with the prophecy branded onto his skin, the half crescent
moon lingering around his eye like a silver scar though he never been
injured in such a manner even. He has many times had to play it out
as an oddly shaped and colored birthmark or even a tattoo.

It
is helpful if he claims to be a priest of the moon but that only
works for some… for those who can not sense the magic inside of
Obi-Wan, the raging dragon that makes his eyes narrow
into slits
when he is emotional.

They
know who and what he is, what he brings, what he’s fighting
against, what he does not want to be.

All
Obi-Wan has ever wanted was to be free to fly the skies for his own
power and he knew that Qui-Gon had wanted that for him too but
Qui-Gon was dead and Yoda had given him the ancient prophecy that
lingered over Obi-Wan’s head.

The
king that would come, the great one, the conquering one, the one to
bring prosperity to the people and unite the warring clans across the
country of Coruscant and beyond.

It
was a heavy burden, the fate a physical load on his shoulders at
times as it forced him to keep moving, to keep walking forward in an
attempt to try and find this king
that was suppose to unite them.

It
made Obi-Wan… bitter.

Ever
so slightly bitter as he just wished to fly where he wanted and
settle down a bit somewhere he was wanted.

He
wanted to go back to where he was at home, wanted to return for
Anakin.

It
had been five long years and he had been separated from clan and
comfort and family.

He
didn’t want to find this damn king, he didn’t want to be this
‘great’ magician and hand to the king.

He
did not want to be a General of armies.

He
just wanted to lay on his back in the grass and point out clouds with
Anakin, he wanted to go swimming with Garen, Quinlan, Bant and Siri.
He wanted to slam tankards together with them while singing jaunty,
crude lyrics as the bards played their songs and just…

Obi-Wan
wanted to go home.

Or
he wanted until he meet his king, the dragon mage
laying wounded at the feet of Lord Cody Fett as the man carefully
steamed the bleeding while ordering his men and family around.

Because
as he felt those hands on him and looked into the eyes of amber…

Obi-Wan
knew that he could not leave this man, this king that he would take a
knee for.

The
dragon General would bend knee for this coming king… once he woke
up that is and with that last conscious thought, Obi-Wan fainted.

Have you seen Real Steel? It’s a movie from 2016 and I’d love to see something with Obi-Wan and Anakin based on that, to be fair, I just really want the robot fighting thing haha.

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When
Anakin had turned up in his dingy apartment with the proposal,
Obi-Wan had been ready to laugh himself sick at
the other man…
though that may be a side effect from his worry over losing his job
at the office and mingled with hysteria.

But
Anakin had meant it, Anakin, who had gotten his boss permission to
use the garage after
hour,
Anakin with his wide imploring eyes, Anakin, Obi-Wan’s dearest
friend, who
never let him down.

And
with what little credits Obi-Wan had and
his faith in the other man,
he pooled into fixing up a scrapyard discarded robot that Anakin
admitted sheepishly had come from the dump and that he already had
done a little bit of work to make it look and smell better to present
to Obi-Wan.

He
had almost started screaming as he stared at the twisted wreck of a
silver
metal
that was missing a head but Obi-Wan had agreed, had done the
paperwork for a fighting robot and Anakin was going to do the
mechanic part of it though Obi-Wan wasn’t a slacker…but that was
more for shuttles and speeders.

A
robot was different.

R2
at least was a help to him, the astromech beeping rudely
at them as Anakin worked and Obi-Wan used his terminal to line up
lessons for Dragon as the blond had affectionately started calling
the mech.

He
even gave the robot a functioning, roaring dragon head out of
leftover durasteel.

However
having a fighting mech and having the license to use it was different
from winning
with one and that was what Obi-Wan needed as he stood with Anakin at
the other end of a fighting ring and Dragon behind them at his full
three meter of height, the roar of the crowd washing over them as
their contestant was marching it’s way towards the ring, the rodian
builder who piloted him grinning evilly at them.

It
was massive,
easily two hundred kg more than Dragon and at least a meter taller to
the three meter tall, now black and silver fighting mech that Obi-Wan
had actually rather lovingly spray painted.

They
were going to lose and they were going to lose badly and all this
would be for naught, all the work put down into Dragon, all the
money, all of both Obi-Wan and Anakin’s desperate hope would be
squashed and Obi-Wan would loose even his dingy apartment because
there was no way he was finding a job and getting paid soon enough to
please his landlady.

‘So
much for that second chance huh?’ Obi-Wan thought shakily,
cautiously having been hoping as Anakin kept talking up the mech
fighting arenas and how well you could earn in them if your mech
excelled.

As
a fighter or even just as a fan favorite that got donations.

And
then it hit him.

Turning
his head slightly, Obi-Wan meet Anakin’s wide ones. “Anakin,
dance.”
He
rasped out.

Blue
eyes astonishingly managed to get wider. “You want me to do what?”
The other got out in
a strangled tone, closer to a squeak really.

“We
need the crowd, if
we get the crowd, we can salvage something
even if we don’t win,”
Obi-Wan whispered out of the corner of his mouth, all too aware of
lip readers. “So dance, give them a gimmick. He can shadow you, if
you dance, he follows. He already knows your moves so if you dance
out there towards the ring… he follows you to the ring dancing. Our
mixed fighting
style,
your dancing, my control… go.”
Obi-Wan was practically pleading with his eyes as
he clung to Dragon’s remote controller.

Anakin
stared at him, the crowds roar washing over them before he growled.
“If this goes wrong, I’m killing
you.” He snapped out, as
if it was Obi-Wan who had asked Anakin to sponsor a beat up bot.

And
then he was moving forward, clapping his hands over his head and
following it with a jump for the crowd.

Have
you ever seen a robot do a cartwheel
and then a backflip?

Obi-Wan
has and it’s as terrifying as it is awesome and the crowd is with
them as Dragon’s feet hit the floor, the
ground closest to the three hundred kg heavy tournament fighting bot
vibrating
from
the impact.

They’re
with them because they have never seen a fighting mech dance and it’s
awesome and interesting and sure, it’s a gimmick.

But
it’s a working
gimmick, one
that makes people look, makes people sit up and take notice, makes
them dance with
instead of viewing you like the outsider you are.

Standing
outside the ring, the durasteel controller in his sweaty hands,
Obi-Wan stared at the rather frightening and spiky contestant,
fittingly
named Spiky as the redhead and the rodian on the other side of the
ring got ready to battle.
‘…Okay, I can do this…I can do this… Force be with me!’ He
thought desperately
as he once more wished his parents had just given him over to the
bloody Jedi because honestly they would have lived an easier life
than this.

I need more of the puritykink fic, oml, Moddy, I love it. I have two questions… first, is Obi-wan ACTUALLY a virgin? And second… does Anakin ever make a move? ;)

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When
Obi-Wan went down like a thrown sack of tubers at the ending of the
ritual, it had taken everything in Anakin not to draw his saber and
cut the elders down who had insisted the ritual was part of the
peace keeping tradition.

It
hadn’t been so bad, despite the sickly sweet drink that he had to
take a sip of from the shared bowl made out of a cranium of all
things that had the eye and nose holes sealed with something.

But
when his master went down for the count, Anakin lost his cool even if
he didn’t draw his saber.

The
eldest hissed and clicked at a younger member, the youngest
translating.

“It
appears that master Kenobi does not fill all the functions of an
adult that the ancient predecessors made this ritual for,” The
insector explained, multiple eyes moving between the elder and Anakin
where he was kneeling with Obi-Wan held against his chest. “That
is why he’s passed out, his body and brain did not fill all the
requirements of the ritual even if he finished it.” He clicked a
bit, his voice hissing the words that his mouth weren’t really made
to speak.

But
as amusing as that had been to Anakin in the beginning, he had other
concerns now as he hoisted Obi-Wan up in his arms at the explanation.

It
hadn’t been malicious, they hadn’t known but Anakin just didn’t
understand. “What requirement isn’t he filling and will this
negatively effect him Translator?” He questioned hurriedly as he
curled Obi-Wan protectively into his chest. It had bothered him to
begin with to refer to them all with titles but they did not
have names so there wasn’t really anything he could do.

They
all were titles.

The
translator hissed and clicked at the female elder but this time there
was a long pause before the eldest started clicking and hissing at
the others, the rest of the insector’s walking out to leave only
the elder and the translator with the Jedi.

A
thread of unease rose in the Force and…was that embarrassment?

Blinking,
Anakin tilted his head.

Finally
the translator turned fully to him, his insect facial twists doing
interesting spasms and Anakin remembered faintly Obi-Wan explaining
that this was how they looked when apologetic. “It appears our
ancestors were more barbaric than I was aware of, apologies Knight
Jedi, if I had known, I would have warned Master Jedi.” He hissed
and clicked, rubbing his pincers together.

‘For
karks sake.’ Anakin resisted the urge to growl, taking a deep
breath through his nose. “Please tell me what is going on.” He
finally gritted out.

Translator
shifted his many legs then sighed deeply. “Master
Jedi has never mated, his brain does not have the hormones. Ancestors
did not accept those who waited to mate as adults, therefore they
were not permitted to be in these rituals of peace and if they were,
to be exposed they should.”

Taking
in that information with a slow blink, Anakin felt a thread of
something molten down his spine that built in his stomach.

He
had suspected but…

To
have it confirmed so viscerally…

“Alright,
but will there be any negative effect?” He questioned, his voice
slightly thick. Anakin sighed in relief when the translator shook his
pincers, their equivalent of a head shake.

“None,
none. Negative it is not. Master Jedi will be clingy, touch
important, curl together. Easy for humans to curl up and not mate.”
He answered, his tone bright.

‘Oh
right, insector’s triggered mating by curling in togeth-oh that’s
sick. That’s what he meant by barbaric. Their ancestors used to
trigger mating instincts by making those who hadn’t before be
clingy, thereby triggering a mating in an adult.’ Anakin grimaced
before sighing and nodding. “I will surface with my Master then and
rest on the ship above… as long as we are no longer needed?” He
tacked on quickly, remembering himself.

The
elder and the translator clicked and hissed at each other before the
translator and the elder bowed, Anakin bowing awkwardly back. “May
your brood grow ever strong, Knight Jedi.” The translator hissed,
formally dismissing the Jedi.

“May
your brood grow ever strong, Translator.” Anakin responded in turn
before heading through the tunnel to take the elevator to the
surface.

The
heat was still in his spine, Obi-Wan’s breath soft in his neck and
body warm in Anakin’s arms and he wanted…

Force,
Anakin had to keep a clear head, no thinking about his master’s
softness and the fact that he was right
and that Obi-Wan was…

‘I’m
going to fuck my hand raw once I’m in the karking ship fresher.’
He told himself, shivering faintly as he glanced at Obi-Wan’s
passed out, slackened features.

If
the other was going to wake up clingy than Anakin would need his dick
to be utterly exhausted.

I am already obsessed with feral child! Can we see some of the council gossiping about the previous events? I imagine Obi-wan’s ambition hasn’t gone unnoticed, particularly his feral tendencies

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“He’s
dangerous.”

Snorting
deeply at the statement, ears twitching as he observed the holo
display, Yoda couldn’t help a sharp toothed smirk while tapping his
claws on his chair. “Dangerous we all are, knew this we did. Stop
him we did not for that reason, a credit he is,” Yoda pointed out
calmly before chuckling as the display flickered to the image of Du
Crion’s corpse.
“Fierce he is.”

Yaddle
hummed, eyes closed but a small smile on her lips. “Feral you mean,
feral he is, tame him I hope Qui-Gon can but right you are, a credit
he would be.” She stated calmly.

Stretching
his legs out, Piell snorted deeply. “That child could tear this
temple apart if he grew up to become the Sith we see, I hope we plan
to ensure his loyalty to our kind is clear?” The man raised his
brow.

There
was a collection of snorts and Shaak wiggled her lekku at him. “Well
duh, else we’d be screwed.”

“It’s
a valid question.” He sulked in return, almost pouting.

Yoda
ignored it, still smirking to himself now.

He
had long had his doubts about Du Crion, sure, he came from a family
with wealth, his father had given Xanatos his money when the codger
had passed away due to illness but he had always been so…
lackluster in his ambitions and his powers were so… mundane.

He
was not an impressive addition frankly.

But
Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan
who Yoda had mentored himself in the powers of precognition
and visions, having seen the sparks in the boy and how the Force had
singled him out. Yoda had recognized the ambitions burning in the
boy, the powers and the determination to not be pushed aside even as
he knew he would take no apprentice himself.

But
he could encourage that flaming spark…

‘Here
we now are, here he is… ambitious spark he is. Strong my lineage
is.’ Yoda chuckled to himself as he remembered the two now white
haired knights walking around, both of them clearly in fear of Jinn
and the whispered warning passing through the halls to not
touch the man’s apprentice.

()()()

Snarling
as he was thrown halfway across the salle, Obi-Wan barely rolled out
of the way when his powerful master hit down where he had been
moments before, the training saber scorching the wooden floor.

Obi-Wan
knew that his apprenticeship with the man wouldn’t be easy but he
had no idea the man meant teaching him to duel this seriously.

He
was barely
holding back, forcing Obi-Wan to use every inch of his knowledge to
try and block and dodge and parry but it wasn’t enough, especially
not with Jinn’s control of the Force literally throwing him around.

Obi-Wan
was bruised and aching and he had a training cut along his upper back
where the man had snagged him but all that pain did was to make him
even more determined to fight back.

He
had no chance of winning but he wasn’t going to make it simple for
his new master and the only way he could really keep the fight going
was to get his hands on the training saber as he scrambled around
Master Tholme and Quinlan sparring, using them as a barrier between
himself and Qui-Gon.

No
avail, the tall master only bounced over them and once more threw
Obi-Wan towards the other side of the salle where he crashed into the
tribunes.

Rolling
onto his stomach, Obi-Wan spat out saliva and blood with a faint
ringing in his head that made him dizzy, Obi-Wan only raised his head
as black boots stopped in his peripheral vision, blinking up at his
master.

He
got a raised brow in return, Qui-Gon standing there with his still
engaged training saber. “Well apprentice, yield?” He drawled,
looking smug and satisfied.

Rage
boiled in Obi-Wan’s veins and he snarled in reply to the satisfied
looking man only for him to yelp in surprise when his cape suddenly
jerked up and over his head at Obi-Wan’s twitched hand.

The
redhead instantly seized
the chance to race for this saber, sliding the last few inches and
grasping it just in time to be thrown.

But
he had his weapon back as he jumped to his suddenly numb legs,
adrenaline
and rage chasing away his aching pain as he meet Qui-Gon’s eyes
triumphantly
while raising his saber, grinning at the man with blood stained
teeth.

And
yet Qui-Gon did not look upset.

No,
he looked proud
and the fierce fire in Obi-Wan’s chest burned in joy as Qui-Gon
saluted him before engaging once more.

Any chance you could continue carrying hope? I’d like to see Obi and Zett talking and what happens with palpatine? I’m going through your story archive and finding lots of wonderful stories

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Blinking
when he heard a knock at the door, Obi-Wan set his pad aside and got
to his feet, limping over to it while wondering if Anakin had learned
that he was back early from the campaign from Istu, where the
Republic had honestly taken a devastating loss.

Honestly
Obi-Wan was grateful just to come from it alive.

But
Anakin could have heard through the Senator grapevine that he was
back…

Only,
it didn’t feel like Anakin.

Oh
no, it did not feel like Anakin at all and Obi-Wan knew
this signature. Knew it quite well as he paused at his door, hand
resting on it as he steeled himself with a deep, calming breath
before opening his door with a smile on his face. “Zett, what a
pleasant surprise. I did not expect company but you’re welcome in.”
He stated while stepping back.

Zett
stepped in, the blue eyed boy glancing around quickly before smiling
up at Obi-Wan. “Thank you Master Obi-Wan, I heard from a few fellow
padawans that you were back and I wanted to talk about your last
Soresu lesson.” He chirped happily.

Feeling
his insides melt, Obi-Wan chuckled and nodded, letting the door shut.
“Well, please come in then and lets sit down on the couch.” He
limped back.

He
noted that Zett eyes gained a slight layer of panic, quickly glancing
down at Obi-Wan’s feet before he bent to remove his boots.

But
when the padawan straightened he told himself he had imagined that
look, Zett’s face back to looking just brightly happy and curious
as he followed Obi-Wan into the room. “Would you like some tea, I
have a pot on a heater here if you want some?” Obi-Wan offered.

Shaking
his head, settling down on the couch with Obi-Wan, Zett gave a
sheepish smile. “Can’t, I can smell the yudana tea and I’m
allergic to it, makes me break out in oozing hives.” He twiddled
his thumbs sheepishly as he settled his hands in his lap.

Letting
out a surprised noise, Obi-Wan nodded slowly while internally
marveling at how alike Zett was to Qui-Gon.

He
had been allergic to yudana too and each time Obi-Wan wanted a kiss,
he’d have to brush his teeth and swish some mouthwash to make sure
he’d cleaned out his mouth properly so not to give Qui-Gon a second
hand reaction from the kiss.

Taking
a sip of his cup, savoring the tartness of the tea, Obi-Wan hummed a
bit and smiled at his son over the cup. “Well, if you want some
water or juice, I have that too.” He offered kindly.

Shaking
his head, Zett gained a slightly nervous look. “A-Actually, I came
here to… I mean… I wanted you to know that I know.” He
stuttered out.

Heart
dropping, Obi-Wan licked his lips, the omega suddenly feeling a lot
tenser. “You… know.” He stated slowly.

“I
know you’re my dad.” Zett whispered, the two staring at each
other, both having an equally thundering heart.

One
from nerves and one from shock.

“I
see…” Obi-Wan stated faintly before chugging the rest of his tea,
burning the roof of his mouth slightly while wishing he had something
stronger in the cup. ‘Force, Qui-Gon help me!’ He set his cup
down shakily and returned to staring at their hopeful son.

What
did he do now.