Theheelytrick

so i am 100% just making my way through your aphorisint masterlist right now and valiantly resisting asking for more of like, a million different things?? but if you had any more of Theheelytrick , then that would be… absolutely lovely 👁 it gave me some real good giggles, ngl

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Trying not to crack up laughing as people were giving themselves whiplashes as he walked by peacefully, Obi-Wan had to give it to Anakin. He was right that taking a day of from his wheels and walking around instead was making everyone even more confused than before even if the reason the other had suggested it was for Obi-Wan’s ankle to get a rest.

Instead of laughing as he desired, he simply gave people a peaceful smile and nod as he walked by them to the refractory to meet his former padawan and their shared padawan.

Ahsoka gave him a long look as he came towards them, looking like someone had forcibly feed her a lemon with how her lips puckered.

Anakin’s eyes however glittered in obvious joy as he beamed at him. “Obi-Wan! Right on time, we need to eat and then get going.” He stated cheerfully, pulling both of them to the queue behind a staring twi’lek.

The lady jumped a bit when Obi-Wan smiled at her and quickly gave an awkward smile back before turning back around to the front but even as she did, Obi-Wan could read her expression going, ‘what the hell, what the hell, what the HELL!?’.

After weeks and weeks of Obi-Wan gliding everyone, seeing him walk around normally for prolonged minutes was apparently disturbing them now and he wanted to so badly to crack up and fess up to what he was doing.

He was going to soon of course but… honestly, just a bit more.

Just a few more weeks of delightfully fucking around with people until he told them it was just wheels in his damn boots.

Well, not these particular ones.

Since he had karked his ankle up the day before, Anakin had carefully wrapped his ankle for him and dug out an older but low cut pair of boots that belonged to Obi-Wan, the small ankle boots not as tight with the bandage due to their wear and tear.

Thankfully, despite aching a bit as he put his weight on his ankle, it didn’t outright hurt enough for him to be limping around.

Grabbing a tray and lifting a spiced dish onto his tray quickly, Obi-Wan gave a happy noise. “Stewjoni spiced vegetable stew, the new supplies must have come in.” He beamed happily, quickly grabbing another small roll of traditional bread roll, the scored x in the top along with the telling blue tinge informing it was made with the proper grains.

Beside him, Ahsoka made a low noise of realization. “That’s right, your home planet don’t trade much with outsiders, do they?” She peered up at him.

Absently noting that she would soon be able to look him straight in the eyes with how she was growing like a weed, Obi-Wan nodded. “Stewjon is controlled space, they are isolationist by nature. Its a miracle they’re willing to trade with the Jedi temple really but that may be because we have a few members originally from Stewjon,” He stated warmly, grabbing another offering of traditional food. “A few members leave on their own but… yeah, outside of the Senator and her aide and a few scattered restaurants on Coruscant, Stewjoni don’t leave their space.” He hummed, thinking about to the one time he had visited his home planet.

He missed Ahsoka giving him a long, considering look as she swiped a meat forward plate of food. “Do Stewjon have Force organizations of their own?” She ventured, seemingly holding her breath as Anakin gave her a bemused look.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Quite a few actually. They’re minor but powerful in their own right but some parents tend to give their children to the Jedi.” Obi-Wan answered absently, missing once more as Ahsoka gave Obi-Wan’s feet a considering look, as if she was trying to connect pieces of out information that weren’t there.

She wasn’t the only one, several Jedi whispering to each other.

Was Stewjon where Obi-Wan’s newfound powers came from?

Heelytrick is a hilarious and heartwarming fic. I would love to see how Palpatine and Anakin interactions change now that Anakin feels trusted by Obi because he told him about the prank on the galaxy. Three cheers to foiling Skeevy Sheevy’s plans! You are a wonderful writer, I don’t think I could ever write so many stories so well.

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Groaning faintly as he laid down, Obi-Wan covered his eyes with his arm as his ankle throbbed painfully under the ice pack he had settled on it.

Honestly, he was grateful no one had seen him fall over in the hallway when the wheels on his heel had snagged and he had gone sprawling onto the ground. Had anyone seen him, they would have realized that Obi-Wan wasn’t karking gliding around.

And he was also grateful Anakin had been to see Palpatine again, just this once, as he couldn’t tease Obi-Wan about spraining his ankle on falling as he was initiating his little prank on the galaxy.

Really, he had only intended to mess with the council a bit but pulling one on the entire galaxy was hella funny and he wasn’t about to stop any time soo-

A loud thump echoed through the quarters, Obi-Wan sitting up sharply in shock as his heart raced only to blink over the back of the couch as Anakin threw his other boot down beside the other with a snarl on his face, the blond clearly missing out that Obi-Wan was there.

When he turned to step into the living room, he jumped as much as Obi-Wan had at the noise, the two staring at each other in surprise before Anakin clearly shook himself and smiled at his old master. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t hear you.” He mumbled awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I… um, I was laying on the couch.” Obi-Wan ventured, snorting when the blond face instantly turned into a worried frown as he hurried in and around the couch to take a look at him.

Clearly, he zoomed in on the iced ankle, his frown growing deeper as Obi-Wan shifted to sit more properly and give space for Anakin to sit.

Something the other took quickly, hand carefully shifting under his foot to shift the ankle and ice pack into his lap. “What happened?” Anakin questioned steadily.

Grunting slightly, Obi-Wan sighed even as he slowly laid down again, trying not to think about how comforting it was to have Anakin’s hand resting on his calf. “The wheel on my left boot snagged, I haven’t checked it yet but it caused me to tilt ass over teakettle in the hallway.” He grumbled faintly.

Anakin’s eyes shot to the modified boots beside his own by the door, desire to check them out clear even as he made no move to actually get up, his hand tightening on Obi-Wan’s calf.

Prodding the other with the heel of his right heel, Obi-Wan got the blond’s attention again. “However, I’m more interested in what caused your rather foul mood Anakin, you don’t have a tendency of throwing your footwear…” He trailed of as Anakin frown turned thunderous.

That was worrisome.

Lately the two of them had been getting along well, ever since Anakin was told about Obi-Wan’s little ‘hover’ trick.

“Just… grouchy.” Anakin finally settled on, rubbing slowly at Obi-Wan’s calf with a moody glare that he shot at the window.

Or more precisely at the Rotunda.

Oh dear, had Palpatine upset Anakin again?

Lately the Chancellor seemed to upset Anakin more than he tended to sooth him, Anakin often returning in a foul mood and becoming less and less willing to visit the old man. If this continued, Obi-Wan feared that Anakin would loose an old friend and mentor.

Regardless how he himself felt about the old goat, he didn’t wish for Anakin to loose someone he cared for but… well he really had no idea what to do.

Which was why he reached out with the Force and gave the hair beneath Anakin’s ear a little tug, a mimicry of when this man had been a boy and had a braid in that exact place. That of course got his attention, blue eyes finding his. “How about you and I go to Dex later, once my ankle stops throbbing?” Obi-Wan offered with a smile.

And to his relief, Anakin’s face lit up with a smile too, mech hand absently coming up to rub the hair beneath his right ear. “That… sounds good. Yeah, I’d like that,” Anakin noted fondly before turning stern. “But only if your ankle isn’t to swollen. I’m marching you to the Halls if its properly sprained.” He playfully threatened.

Snorting, Obi-Wan held up his hands in mock surrender, his smile growing. “As you say dear one, as you say.” The older man murmured fondly in an agreeable tone, chuckling as Anakin’s face pinked in pleasure at the old nickname.

Hellytrick, how is Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship going? I mean, they must be a lot happier now that Anakin knows what’s up but no one else of the Jedi do? Seeing as Anakin always wants to be told everything I mean when it comes to the people he loves.

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Watching the burning wheel of cheeses roll down past them on the hill, Anakin settled his fists under his chin and then glanced at his master as a naked man ran screaming down the hill after said wheels. “Guess I owe you twenty credits then master.” He mused lightly, unbothered really.

Stroking his beard, a smirk on his lips, Obi-Wan simply hummed, the man sitting cross legged on the grass beside his padawan. “So you do,” Another naked, screaming person ran past them, causing Obi-Wan to pause what he was going to say as they both watched them race past, trying not to trip down the hill.

Blinking, Anakin peered after the person before looking up at Obi-Wan. “I thought you said only guys did this cheese race thing?” He questioned in a puzzled tone.

“Male presenting,” Obi-Wan corrected, patting the other on the head when Anakin’s mouth formed a O of realization. “Indeed, never be too quick to judge.” He chuckled quietly, keeping his hand on the others head.

“Yeah, yeah, you tell me that a lot, stop lecturing me, I’m not a padawan anymore.” Anakin rolled his eyes, watching as two more people ran past.

Digging his fingers through the curls, Obi-Wan smirked. “I would have thought my little trick would have taught you the lesson on that already.” He teased, chuckling when Anakin flushed slightly.

His little heely trick was becoming quite the trick, no one realizing he was just wearing wheels inside his heels, especially since Obi-Wan had started using two pairs of boots so he wouldn’t give himself away on terrain like today.

Muddy grass and swampy terrain was not good for wheels after all.

Fluttering one hand in the air, Anakin huffed. “Point. But hey, you never did tell me why Zarhar does this? I mean, what’s the point of chasing a wheel on fire naked of all things?” Anakin frowned a bit, snorting when Jesse suddenly ran past in the nude, Dogma coming racing after him in full armor, yelling about regulation with Boil and Waxer a few meters behind with quite the obvious camera.

“Well, lets just say, I hope that Jesse doesn’t catch one of the female presenting audience as this is a way of picking out courtier,” Obi-Wan stated dryly, smirking widely when Anakin choked on his own saliva in shock. “Oh yes, this is for the eligible young female presenting to ogle the ‘assets’ so to speak of the ones racing. From looks to speed to bravery, after all, it takes quite a bit to race after a burning cheese wheel and catch it down a hill.’ Obi-Wan chuckled as another cheese wheel, this one with a pack of naked people coming after it ran past them.

“…Jesse has no idea.” Anakin stated, blinking heavily even as he was clearly highly amused.

“Thankfully, it wouldn’t lead to marriage,” Obi-Wan snorted. “But he might be required to go on a date if someone approaches him,” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I guess in this situation, you would be his papa.” He smirked down at Anakin.

Anakin’s eyes turned wide and he shifted up on his elbows to look down where they could still hear Jesse hooting and Dogma yelling. “…I don’t think I’m ready for a parental role.” He squeaked in horror.

Sniggering, Obi-Wan patted the other on the back. “Oh, its not directly a parent role but you are his superior, so you would assume that role. Meaning you would have to turn down the ones asking for him.” He winked.

Anakin opened his mouth only to close it as both winced, one of the racers finally going flat on his face, falling several meters down with a cry of pain. “Ooof, that looks like a broken bone.” Anakin hissed.

Shaking one hand, Obi-Wan nodded, hissing too. “Indeed, poor man….” He paused, a mischievous look crossing his face. “At least it wasn’t another type of broken ‘bone’.” Obi-Wan playfully jabbed at his former padawan with his elbow.

Snorting, Anakin covered his face, laughing helplessly as he wondered which one of the council’s he’d have to suck up to, to thank for this actually nice mission. “Images Obi-Wan, the images.” He chuckled, ignoring the smugly grinning Jedi master beside him as a man as hairy as a wookie raced by them, roaring as he held a cheese wheel on fire over his head.

“…Impressive.”

Even Dooku is fooled! 🤣 Heelytrick is hilarious, and were they making more of Obi’s boots heelys, or were they making Anakin heelys? Oh, that would be hilarious!

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Handing over the boots to the other man on the squishy couch with him, Anakin grinned widely at his master. “You should be able to glide over carpets now, the wheels are still hidden but I made them more durable,” He noted as Obi-Wan turned his left boot around to take a look at them. “You just have to be careful that the carpet isn’t too big, it might get caught and you could get exposed if you drag it with.” Anakin warned.

Rubbing one of the wheel slightly, Obi-Wan let out a small noise. “They seem bigger and the material is different.” He stated, frowning slightly, glancing at the other.

Nodding, Anakin reached out and tapped the edge of the heel. “They are, I had to exchange the material along with rubbersana due to it being slightly softer and along with the bigger size, it would make it easier to get onto carpets without dragging it with you.” He explained.

After having everything explained to him, Anakin had gotten to work on Obi-Wan’s little prank on the galaxy to make it harder for people to figure out what was going on.

So he had gone to work on the boots, sitting on their couch and working away and hiding them when Ahsoka was around as they were doing their best not to let anyone else know.

Just a little secret for the two of them and Force, did that make Anakin feel warm all over.

Obi-Wan trusting him with his little trick on the galaxy. “That does explain the difference,” Obi-Wan noted, dragging Anakin out of his thoughts. “Now, you said I needed to be careful about carpets? In what way do you mean, ‘too big’?” Obi-Wan settled his boots down on his lap, tilting his head curiously.

“If the edge is too… tall I guess,” Anakin rubbed the back of his neck, sitting back on the couch and lifting his leg up on his knee. “We might have to test what the height limit is but yeah, you just have to ensure you won’t try rolling up onto one you can’t and drag the carpet with you, which would ruin the illusion.” He explained carefully, feeling himself relax into the squishy couch they had since Anakin was a young padawan.

Tapping his fingertips on the leather of his booth, Obi-Wan let out an understanding hum. Then he lifted one boot and got to work pulling it on, Anakin watching with a small smile as Obi-Wan laced it up once he’d pulled it on properly.

His smile dropped when Obi-Wan stopped though, eyebrows raising in question as the man looked at him. “Ah?” He made an inquiring noise.

“Are you sure you don’t want a pair of your own?” Obi-Wan probed quietly, a note of concern in his voice. “We can make you a pair with wheels in too so you can join me.” He tacked on quietly.

Snorting, Anakin tapped his own knee with his fingertips. “Master, as wizard as this is, you pulling a prank on what amounts to the entire civilized galaxy, I’m happy just to be in the know about it.” He sniggered softly, amusement boiling in his mind.

Snorting too, Obi-Wan continued pulling on the second boot. “I guess but if you change your mind…” He let his words trail off, lacing the boot on so he had both on and was ready to test them out.

Sniggers petering out and his expression turning into a fond smile, Anakin nodded. “If I change my mind, which I might later, I know where you are.” He murmured, watching closely as Obi-Wan got up and headed towards the carpet, sliding forward on the wheels Anakin was now aware of.

And now that he was aware of it, he could tell that the other wasn’t simply gliding forward like some ghost from the Force or supernatural, was able to see how Obi-Wan was angling himself to balance and ensure no one would be able to tell what was up.

It was honestly hilarious and Anakin couldn’t wait for what else Obi-Wan would pull on the temple and the galaxy.

‘I can’t wait to see Windu’s face when I start gliding around.’ Anakin grinned at the thought as Obi-Wan’s wheel now easily brought him over the carpet without pulling it with him, ready to put the galaxy through even more mischief.

So the heelys bit that’s amazing and I love it, how does Count Dooku react and also grievous that’s is something I have to see because you know Obi Wan is clever enough to incorporate the heelys into his fighting style

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Leaning back in his chair, Yan pressed his fingers together into a
triangle, elbows resting on the desk as he stared at the video
Sidious had sent him.

He had been sent it to see
if he could make sense of it, as a student of the Force and someone
who researched obscure practices and customs with the Force.

But he couldn’t make
head or tails of Obi-Wan’s gliding action.

‘But, did I really
expect anything different?’ His lips twitched into a small, smug
smile, watching Obi-Wan as the video looped to show the Jedi gliding
through the halls of the Senate, passing shocked, corrupt officials
with a breeze and a smile on his lips.

Pride was blooming inside
of him.

This wonderful, brave,
intelligent and cultured man was the product of Qui-Gon, legacy of
his own padawan and what a testament to greatness Obi-Wan was. The
very definition of Light and modesty along with the wisdom to know
when to retreat and when to attack.

Beautiful.

“Qui-Gon, if only you
could have seen the master your boy has become. You would have been
so proud… though I acknowledge that you wouldn’t be too impressed
by his seat on the council with your own maverick ways.” Yan
chuckled quietly to himself, sniffing slightly at the sight of
Skywalker walking into the frame.

Now there was a blemish on
the line.

What Sidious saw in the
little brat he did not know, power was good yes but only power that
could be utilized.

Skywalker was a brute,
just a thug with a club and he wielded the Force that way.

‘Savage he is.’ He
sniffed before turning the holo off, standing and stretching
slightly. There was nothing for him to do here, he could not tell
what Obi-Wan was doing and that would be the final report to Sidious.

He would of course promise
to keep looking into this gliding effect but he highly doubted that
he’d find anything. If Yan were to take a guess, this was a Force
technique that Obi-Wan himself had developed and utilized to the
fullest.

“Well done Obi-Wan, I
look forward to seeing your skill in person.” He smirked, clapping
his hands together once in applause for the man.

()()()

Sneezing hard, the wheel
in his hand slipping from his grasp at the force behind it., Obi-Wan
blinked before sending an apologetic glance at Anakin as the other
had barely caught the wheel before it hit him. “That came suddenly.
I’m sorry Anakin.”

Waving his hand, his boot
stuck between his knees, Anakin just beamed brightly as he set the
wheel down on the caff table. “That’s fine. Sneezing happens,
maybe someone was talking about you?” He laughed brightly before
getting back to work on his boot.

Smiling faintly, Obi-Wan
sighed. “If that little wife tale was true, then I’d be sneezing
my brain out Anakin. The CIS are certainly talking about us a lot I
imagine.” He half scolded, half sighed.

He got a grimace of
agreement in return. “True. Think you’re coming down with
something?” Anakin paused, sending him a worried glance, blue eyes
trailing over Obi-Wan searchingly.

Waggling his hand in a
dismissive gesture, Obi-Wan sat back in the sofa. “No, I feel
perfectly fine. Really Anakin, I do feel fine.” He tacked on when
he got a disbelieving look from the blond.

Wiggling his multitool at
Obi-Wan, Anakin snorted. “Forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical
master, you have a tendency to underplay your health.” His tone was
dry, knowing of Obi-Wan’s habits.

Huffing faintly, Obi-Wan
ignored the flush rising, trying to suppress it while crossing his
arms over his chest. “Yes, well, in the middle of a mission, it is
best not to be distracted by such trivial nonsen-”

“You passed out in the
middle of desert once, you had come down with heatstroke and it gave
you a fever.” Anakin shot back dryly, smirking faintly to himself
when Obi-Wan squawked in response.

‘I missed this, this
squabbling, the closeness…’ Obi-Wan thought, even as he shot back
at Anakin with how he had been fine and that he just needed some
water. ‘Mending bridges, maybe… maybe I can get Anakin to rely on
me once more…’

So in the Heely trick, Palpatine’s trick backfires. Ani confronts Obi for not teaching him this secret trick. Obi informs Ani that not everything is how it seems and that he will teach him various skills if the boy can figure out Obi’s trick.

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The
fact that his master looked like he was about to laugh was not doing
anything for Anakin’s temper he had to admit as the man continued
staring up at him with raised brows, the sun shining in from under
the blinders since they were half pulled up.

Clearly
Obi-Wan understood that the other was about to snap since he was
slowly lowering his cup to the caff table. “If
I show you what I’m doing, will you please calm down and listen to
me?” The man questioned, still smiling.

Grumbling faintly, Anakin
crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep the flush from his
cheeks.

He wasn’t embarrassed
over pretty much crashing into the living room, nope, he was not
embarrassed despite being in his boots and not his slippers and
clearly upset.

Obi-Wan was the one who
should be embarrassed for lying!

Still, Anakin discreetly
got his boots off at least, wiggling his toes on the floor before
sending a longing glance towards his slippers at the door.

But he was here and he was
going to get answers!

So he sat down on the
couch, mostly dropping like a heavy bag as he crossed his arms over
his chest, watching Obi-Wan return from the exit door with… his…
boots?

Bewildered now, Anakin
looked up at him then back down to the red boots in Obi-Wan’s
grasp, his anger deflating with his confusion as Obi-Wan sat down.
“Why are yo-”

The words cut off abruptly
as Obi-Wan tilted the soles of one of his boots, the other in his
lap, to show Anakin the underside of his boot.

For a long minute Anakin
simply stared.

Under Obi-Wan soft hide
boots, in the middle of the red tinted sole…was a wheel, in the
middle of the heel, painted the same shade as the boot itself was to
disguise it but obvious now that Obi-Wan was pointing it out while
showing him the bottom of his shoe.

And a quick review of his
own memories had Anakin also realizing that Obi-Wan, while often
bringing one leg up over the other while sitting, had always tilted
his feet rather oddly since he started gliding everywhere.

Slowly, steadily, he
pulled his eyes from the wheel and then up to Obi-Wan’s sparkling,
mischievous eyes, the sun shining in through the half blinds giving
his face shadows and making him look even more mischievous somehow.

Unconsciously, unable to
help himself, Anakin’s lips started to twitch, curling until he was
grinning in response to the look and Obi-Wan let out a soft snigger
in reply to the grin.

“Obi-Wan… is… are
you…” Anakin finally managed to find words again, staring at his
master in new light. And suddenly Commander Cody’s emotions made so
much sense, the faint trace of exasperation mixed with fond
amusement.

The man had known
the moment he’d seen Obi-Wan, that this wasn’t Force shenanigans
at all but a prank.

A
wonderful, harmless and frankly hilarious prank now that Anakin was
in the know.

Just
a harmless prank and not Obi-Wan keeping any kind of knowledge to
himself or trying to keep Anakin out and honestly Anakin felt a bit
bad for thinking the other was trying to hold him back.

Obi-Wan
had never tried to really hold him back, it was just something Anakin
believed when he was upset.

“Am
I pranking the entire galaxy into thinking I’m pretty much floating
around?” The redheaded man wiggled in his seat, outright wiggled,
grinning like the most satisfied of cats. “Why yes Anakin, I am.
And I even had you and the rest of the temple fooled.” He chortled
happily, setting his boots down.

A
snort escaped Anakin, he couldn’t help it.

And
a realization hit him too. “You don’t glide on carpets, wheels
don’t… oh for karks sake.” Anakin flopped back in his seat,
laughing now that realization hit him hard, rubbing his forehead as
he helplessly laughed, Obi-Wan beaming at him from his section of the
couch as the quarters filled
with the sound of happiness in far too long.

Hi, I love your stories. They’re some of the best that I’ve read. I was wondering if you could continue the story where Obi-Wan pranks the galaxy with heelys? Maybe even Anakin’s reaction to it after Palpatine tries some sort of manipulation with Anakin? I’m sorry if I’ve sent this to the wrong thing, this is my first time sending a prompt. Thank you!

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“My
boy!” Chancellor Palpatine beamed warmly at him, gesturing for him
to enter as the other Senators left, several of them sending wary
looks at Anakin’s back that the Jedi just didn’t notice as they
hurried away while whispering to each other. “Please, come in, come
in and sit down. Can I offer you some mead? A gift from Alderaan.”
The benign man offered warmly, gesturing to his desk where a rather
large, half full bottle rested.

Blinking
curiously at the bottle, Anakin nodded as he came over to the desk.
“That would be lovely sir, I’ve never had mead before.” He
offered with a curious smile on his lips, watching as Palpatine took
one of the unused goblets to fill and hand over before refilling his
own.

Nodding
gratefully, Anakin settled down in the closet seat in front of
Palpatine, taking a curious sip of the luke warm mead.

It
was interesting, sweetened with honey or some kind of honeyish fruit
he would guess and a few interesting herbs that left behind an after
taste that Anakin couldn’t quite pin down.

“I’m
glad to see you my boy, it’s been so busy lately.” Palpatine
chuckled, relaxing back into his seat with the sun shining in through
the large window behind him.

Smiling
wryly back at the man, Anakin nodded. “It has been particularly
busy lately for some reason.” He agreed quietly, taking another sip
of mead to try and pin down that earthy herb flavor he couldn’t
quite figure out.

Pausing,
Palpatine peered at Anakin over the rim of his glass, blinking a bit
owlishly at him. “You don’t know? Most of this work comes about
because of Master Kenobi, as his closet friend, I thought you might
know.” He stated in a puzzled tone.

Automatically,
the Jedi’s hand tightened on the goblet, staring back at Palpatine.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin questioned quietly, wondering what in the world
Obi-Wan could have done.

Waving
his hand lightly, Palpatine let out a hum. “Yes you see, this thing
he’s doing, the floating thing?” The Chancellor paused, peering
at Anakin which caused the other to give a tight, slightly angry nod.
Oh yes, he knew about the floating thing. “Yes, that thing, it
seems the Confederacy has gotten wind of it and some of the planets
are trying to negotiate.” Palpatine paused again, watching Anakin.

Bewildered
and angry, Anakin wondered if Obi-Wan knew. “What? Why?!” He
grunted, mead sloshing a bit over his glove.

Since
there were no sensors there, he didn’t notice as he stared at the
Chancellor instead.

Shrugging
slightly, Chancellor Palpatine took a small sip of mead, wetting his
throat most likely. “Something about power and having
underestimated the Jedi. If you want my opinion? Fear and wariness
what else your master might be able to do, though no other Jedi seems
to be floating around. He hasn’t spoken to you about this power
then?” The
man puzzled, eyes widening a bit and brows raising. “Peculiar, I
would have thought he trusted you to… oh well, it’s up to Master
Kenobi this power, I imagine he has his reason for not showing you
it.” He sipped his mead.

Clenching
his hand on the cup, Anakin felt the metal give a bit and mead drip
on his leggings, quickly trying to gather himself while wondering
what Obi-Wan was keeping from him.

Why
the other wasn’t trusting him with this.

Did
he think Anakin wouldn’t be able to do it?

Was
he holding Anakin back again?

Glaring
into his drink, he missed Palpatine’s eyes glittering vindictively
if a bit grumpily as he observed Anakin.

()()()

His
future apprentice clearly knows nothing about this power Kenobi has
managed to discover, which is too bad, it could give Sidious a lead
on what the kark it is and how to obtain it himself but no matter, at
least he could use the information against the Jedi and in particular
Kenobi himself.

Sow
more distrust and anger in Skywalker.

It
would be funny to watch it all blow up in the man’s face when
Skywalker eventually confronted him but Sidious would have to be
patient, he wouldn’t be able to watch as it happened but maybe he
could at least learn something after the fact.

Get
a lead on where this power came from and how to get it himself.

But
for now it helped him fuel the distrust and the rage in Skywalker,
slowly and steadily, he would fall into Sidious hands and Kenobi
would be a memory he could rage at, all these artful gliding as the
war council and the PR media was parading around, suddenly making
Jedi war time figures, in particular Kenobi himself.

Though
the rest of the order were getting some positive attention too, the
media and people suddenly more curious instead of wary of the Jedi as
they had been until now.

Sidious
would have some propaganda machinations to implement soon, get the
public to forget the interest in the Jedi, to turn the PR for the
Jedi to turn sour again.

But
he could be patient, he could wait.

After
all, he had waited this long on Skywalker and the war, he could wait
a few more years to get his total victory ensured.

Hiding his smirk behind
his goblet, Sidious instead observed Skywalker stew in his anger,
denting the goblet much to the Sith’s satisfaction, so much rage,
just waiting for the right ignition… delicious.

We need more theheelytrick for obi wan to prank more of the galaxy

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If
there is one thing Obi-Wan is sure of at that moment, it is that
Qui-Gon Jinn would be cackling like a loon bird of his native planet
and another thing he is sure of is that the man would be proud as all
kark as Obi-Wan glides into the meeting, several of the GAR command
going silent at the sight of Obi-Wan seemingly floating.

He
can feel
Cody’s surprise and then amusement, the clone commander catching on
quickly that Obi-Wan was doing this on purpose and clearly approving
as he took in the faces of the natural born commanders.

Tarkin
in particular looks like he’s swallowed a lemon as Obi-Wan arrives
at his chair, greeting Cody cheerfully while he pretends not to take
notice of the media cultures filming and taking pictures of him.
“Cody, good man, I knew you’d be here first.” Obi-Wan greeted
cheerfully as Anakin skulked over to Rex, greeting the captain
quietly while sending Obi-Wan the slightly
angry yet curious
looks he had been doing these last days.

He
would have to come clean to Anakin after a while, hopefully he could
take a prank even if they were all rather stressed in these war
times.

But
Anakin would know that Obi-Wan wasn’t keeping knowledge from him on
purpose or
trying to wind him up in some manner.

It
was honestly one of Anakin’s more worrying traits, the need to know
everything about the people he loved to the point he sometimes came
off as distrusting. Obi-Wan knew it came from a need to control, a
spike of what his mother’s death had done to Anakin’s
subconsciousness.

The
need for control so yet another loved one wouldn’t die if he could
prevent it.

“Of
course General, I’m always prompt.” Cody answered dutifully,
mirth carefully hidden in his voice but Obi-Wan could hear it and it
was making it so hard to keep his own desire to laugh hidden as he
settled down in the available seat, Cody behind him with his hand
coming to rest on the back of the chair.

Obi-Wan
smiled indulgently to everyone who was staring at him, settling as if
he had no idea why they were staring or that he had been doing
anything unusual and just like in the Jedi temple, no one questioned
him, only gave him curious and baffled side glances.

And
if Obi-Wan caught a few mutters under breaths about ‘mysterious
Jedi’ and ‘wizards’ then Obi-Wan wasn’t about to say
anything.

Except
for laughing when he was alone with Cody, a fresh assignment in their
hands and on their way to the Negotiator.

()()()

Rex
is no idiot.

But
if it wasn’t for the fact that he knows his vod as well as he did,
he wouldn’t have clued in as fast as he did.

General
Kenobi was not doing some kind of supernatural freaky Jedi shit and
Rex knew it because Cody was practically loosing it in front of
everyone, his face the picture of neutrality but his eyes sparkling
with knowing amusement with his hand resting on General Kenobi’s
chair.

No,
whatever the General was doing to mess with everyone, it was not
supernatural osik and Rex was living
for the way the General was clearly doing it on purpose and was
enjoying pulling one massive prank on the entire galaxy.

And
Cody could recognize the fact when General Skywalker couldn’t.

Don’t
get him wrong, Rex adored his General.

All
vode adored their
Jedi, the ones they put claim on and knew would fight for them and
not every Jedi fit into that category.

Skywalker
and Kenobi did fit into that category and were respectively 501st
and 212thJedi,
belonged to them.

But
even Rex recognized that Skywalker could be a brat and honestly, the
fact that Kenobi was pulling a prank over the younger Jedi was good
for him.

They
could all do with a bit of humbling and a lot of laughter in Rex
opinion.

Theheelytrick Ha! More? Does he go to the senate? Does Padme go out of her way to see it after Anakin grumped about it to her? I would presume that no one has the guts to say anything as R2-D2 is the first person I would see speaking up and he would just be all «Finally a human that travels correctly» and Ahsoka would be the next person but I can see her thinking she isn’t supposed to say anything as no one else said anything after Yoda’s comment.

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There
is many things that Sheev Palpatine is and is not.

He
is a good actor but he’s not a good man.

He
is good at pretending to be benign and hides his desire for violence
and power beneath a grandfatherly exterior
he has long cultivated and made people trust.

He’s
also a conniving, power hungry but patient man with
a hunger for knowledge.

He
is also sure that he has the scope of Kenobi and Skywalker’s
ability and knows exactly how to twist both around.

Until
the latter comes gliding
into the Senate halls at Skywalker’s side, the blond looking
perturbed and obviously either does not know
what Kenobi is doing.

But
the man is gliding.

He’s
gliding past senator’s and aid’s with the ease of someone sure of
themselves, his hair waving lightly at the air passing around him as
he smiles humbly.

He
is gliding
and Sheev can’t hear the whirl of mechanics at use, the man is
wearing his normal boots if more neatly polished and there is not a
sign of the Force at use either.

Darth
Sidious thought he had the full scope of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s ability
but he has to rethink things, the spider crawling back into his net
as he watches Kenobi pause to speak with Senator Organa, the
alderaani prince
glancing down at Kenobi’s shoes often and looking equally
gobsmacked as everyone else.

If
Kenobi can do this with nary even a tickle of the Force… what else
can he do?

What
has Sidious missed with his focus on Skywalker and his ideas for the
galaxy to come under his own thumb?

What
has he missed with Kenobi, where is the line for his powers if he can
do this.

Sidious
is nothing if not patient.

He
will figure out this threat and until then… he can wait and he can
watch.

()()()

Pressing
her hand to her mouth, Padme watched Obi-Wan karking glide
through the hall at Bail’s side, the two speaking about some kind
of adventure they had together.

She
could faintly catch the words Zigoola and shoulder carrying as the
two continued further down the hall before she turned to look at
Anakin with wide eyes, the Jedi knight staring just as much back at
her as they remained hidden behind the pillars.

For
several seconds neither said anything until Padme weakly gestured
with her free hand the way Obi-Wan had gone, several aid’s and
senator’s still staring that way.

Anakin
just shrugged weakly, opened his mouth only to shut up when R2D2
bleeped in binary, the others face turning a bit sour. “Oh shut up
R2, that wasn’t funny. My master isn’t half machine.” He huffed
then shuddered a bit.

Padme
got why.

The
other was thinking about Grievous and all the encounters Jedi had
with him. Of course it would get to him a bit to imagine his very
beloved master as a half mechanic thing.

“I
still don’t understand what’s going on.” She mumbled, letting
her hand drop from her mouth.

Shrugging
weakly, Anakin rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? No one
does. The council all looked like gaping fish when he slid to his
chair and I don’t know how to ask him what the hell he’s doing.
There isn’t even a whisper of the Force as he moves about so I
don’t think it’s that?”
Anakin face was confused, maybe a bit outraged.

But
mostly just confused as the two turned to look the way Obi-Wan had
gone once more.

How
the hell was the Jedi doing that!?

And
what did it mean for everyone else if not even the Jedi council could
tell what Obi-Wan was doing.

Obi-Wan, the so called perfect Jedi but you and we all know that isn’t strictly true. So how about writing something fun with that?

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Now,
some would say that Obi-Wan was the pinnacle of a ‘perfect’ Jedi,
would hold him on a pedestal and claim that his strive to e a
‘better’ Jedi than those around him was what made him better or
his appearance of being without attachment and obeying laws, rules
and the Council.

Those
people would of course be totally wrong but there wasn’t much
Obi-Wan could do to change that perception as he well knew with
Anakin, who often tooted and rolled his eyes about Obi-Wan being the
Council’s poster boy.

And
if one of the people closest to him couldn’t figure it out…

Well,
fuck, then there’s no hope for the rest, even if Mace and Yoda at
least gets that he has attachment and keep an eye on him at times.

And
therefore it is Obi-Wan’s solemn duty…to kark with their
understanding.

Which
is why he in secret gets heelys implanted into his new boots, working
on them in the dead of the night or in his quarters on the Negotiator
to make sure no one will notice the little wheels now hidden inside
his footwear.

It
takes a month, Obi-Wan would blame that on him fucking up his hand
and needing to take it easy with his right hand and therefore not
being able to do detail work or heavy work but finally they are done
and Obi-Wan tests them out for a bit before giggling in delight.

He’d
deny that though, if anyone figured it out and asked, he’d say loud
laughing.

And
Obi-Wan has the solemn duty to introduce them on his way to the
council meeting, with Anakin at coming with Ahsoka on a day they are
going to meet at said council meeting.

Stepping
out of his quarters, Obi-Wan had to shove his excitement under
several layers of shielding as he gave a bland smile to the knights
outside their own quarters.

And
then he started gliding forward, hearing the hall go silent as he
slid forward easily on the heelys as he had planned.

He
had to contain a wince when he heard something shatter against the
ground, something of glass but he had a meeting to go to and that
meant that he couldn’t stop.

“Obi-Wan,
there you ar-ah!” Anakin stared at him as Obi-Wan slid to his side,
the redhead smiling benevolently up at the other. “Ah… Obi-Wan?”
He swallowed, Ahsoka peering around her master with wide eyes at the
master Jedi.

“Yes
Anakin? Is there something wrong?” Obi-Wan questioned warmly,
beaming at the other while inwardly trying to keep his cackling down.

Shaking
his head, Anakin opened his mouth then closed it again, clearly
unsure what to say.

“Well
then, let’s not dally, the council is waiting on us.” Obi-Wan
mock chided then started sliding forward again, struggling against
the urge to laugh as he heard a soft wheeze behind him before Anakin
shot after him with Ahsoka, both of them staring at him.

With
Obi-Wan pretending complete obliviousness as they slid towards the
elevators.

Of
course, the council members weren’t any better as Obi-Wan slid to
his seat and sat down in an easy an elegant swish, settling one leg
over the other but taking care to tilt his sole down so no one would
see the inbuilt heely.

As
the council and his padawan and great padawan stared at him, Obi-Wan
continued to pretend obliviousness, glancing about in return with
wide, innocent eyes.

Finally,
Yoda shook his head and croaked. “No Force at work I sense.” He
stared at Obi-Wan.

“I’m
sorry, but what are you saying master Yoda?” Obi-Wan tilted his
head.

The
council exchanged looks, still wide eyed.

Oh
this was going to be so fun and Obi-Wan hoped
he was summoned to the Senate.

If
they thought Jedi were supernatural and were superstitious from
before, Obi-Wan was going to have so much fun gliding around the
Senate halls.

He
would just need to avoid the carpets but
oh, the amount of fuckery and kark he could get up to with these…

‘Obi-Wan,
you clever bastard, Qui-Gon would be so proud of you.’ Obi-Wan
couldn’t help but think as he covered up his mouth with his hand,
grinning happily under it as the council continued the meeting while
sending glances towards him.