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Hi! I just read your Tiny!Obi Wan stories and I loved them! But I was kinda wondering. How does old Palpy feel about Anakin and Obi? Does he try to convice Anakin that the Jedi want him to fail by giving him a «substandard» Master? Or does he try to lure Anakin using Obi? I am just curious.

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Tying Obi-Wan’s
scarf using only his fingertips, Anakin mused over what Palpatine had
said long ago when he had only just started out as Obi-Wan’s
padawan. Back then the Chancellor had worried about Obi-Wan being
able to teach Anakin well, about the Jedi perhaps giving him a
‘substandard’ teacher.

At the time Anakin
hadn’t really taken much notice of it but now…

He couldn’t help
but wonder why the man had felt the need to say that.

There was of course
the potential that the Chancellor didn’t know that Obi-Wan wasn’t
like this by choice but it was still not a kind thing to say about
Obi-Wan when the other was just as capable a Jedi as anyone else.

He had achieved his
knighthood and mastery, was worth everything as much as any other
Jedi of the order.

And there was
always provided ways for him to teach Anakin. The holo had made
Obi-Wan able to show Anakin the precise katas and stances in the
start and even if he had trouble, he had asked his friends to help
physically correct the stances.

And he would
physically sit on Anakin’s lap in the start to help him guide
through meditation. And there was nothing wrong with Obi-Wan’s
keen mind as he guided Anakin through the learning.

Hell he had taken
an almost illiterate former slave child and taught him basic and how
to write it along with sentences in different languages as they
encountered them.

Sure, Anakin wasn’t
that good at negotiation but that was because he preferred blunt
action but could someone really blame him there?

Not every person
was created equally, in body or mind, he had his skills…

“Anakin?”
Little hands had wrapped around his fingers, Obi-Wan staring up at
him in concern where he was standing on the spindly little table that
was his ‘room’ in their shared tent.

Shaking his head,
Anakin sent him a small smile. “I’m sorry master, I must have let
my mind wander.” It was curious, lately he seemed to let that
happen a lot.

But as long as it
didn’t happen in important moments, or Force forbid, during battle,
it would be fine.

Obi-Wan squeezed
his fingers a bit, frowning up at him.

“Its nothing
important Obi-Wan, just the past.” Anakin assured him before
checking that Obi-Wan was well covered and wouldn’t freeze once
they stepped out of the tent. Nodding to himself when he was sure the
other was wearing warm mittens, scarf and beanie, he lifted the other
up onto his shoulder with ease. “Hold on.”

He heard Obi-Wan
snort and felt the other grasp onto his collar. “You don’t have
to tell me that Ani, I know to hold on.” He chuckled at the other
man as amusement wafted along their bond with their shields so low.

Humming a bit,
Anakin lifted the tent flap aside and stepped outside into the cold,
smiling a bit to himself as he gave Fives a little wave when the
other saluted him as the trooper stamped through the snow towards the
mess tent with Echo.

The two had been on
scouting duty and was more then likely eager to get themselves
something warm to drink.

“You know, the
past can be important too Anakin.” Obi-Wan suddenly said, having to
talk a bit louder despite being beside his ear as the wind swished
by.

“Yeah I know but
this isn’t really important. At least not to me.” Anakin reached
up, giving Obi-Wan’s legs a little pet.

“Hmm, the fact
that its distracting you indicates otherwise but you know where I am
should you want to talk to me.” Obi-Wan chuckled, going quieter as
he gave a little shiver.

Chuckling too,
Anakin set up his speed to get to the command tent for Obi-Wan’s
sake. Being so small could be a real trouble for his little master,
it was just so easy for him to become cold.

Good thing he had
people to look after him, like Anakin and a certain Commander.

Hi! I just read your Tiny!Obi Wan stories and I loved them! But I was kinda wondering. How does old Palpy feel about Anakin and Obi? Does he try to convice Anakin that the Jedi want him to fail by giving him a «substandard» Master? Or does he try to lure Anakin using Obi? I am just curious.

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Tying Obi-Wan’s
scarf using only his fingertips, Anakin mused over what Palpatine had
said long ago when he had only just started out as Obi-Wan’s
padawan. Back then the Chancellor had worried about Obi-Wan being
able to teach Anakin well, about the Jedi perhaps giving him a
‘substandard’ teacher.

At the time Anakin
hadn’t really taken much notice of it but now…

He couldn’t help
but wonder why the man had felt the need to say that.

There was of course
the potential that the Chancellor didn’t know that Obi-Wan wasn’t
like this by choice but it was still not a kind thing to say about
Obi-Wan when the other was just as capable a Jedi as anyone else.

He had achieved his
knighthood and mastery, was worth everything as much as any other
Jedi of the order.

And there was
always provided ways for him to teach Anakin. The holo had made
Obi-Wan able to show Anakin the precise katas and stances in the
start and even if he had trouble, he had asked his friends to help
physically correct the stances.

And he would
physically sit on Anakin’s lap in the start to help him guide
through meditation. And there was nothing wrong with Obi-Wan’s
keen mind as he guided Anakin through the learning.

Hell he had taken
an almost illiterate former slave child and taught him basic and how
to write it along with sentences in different languages as they
encountered them.

Sure, Anakin wasn’t
that good at negotiation but that was because he preferred blunt
action but could someone really blame him there?

Not every person
was created equally, in body or mind, he had his skills…

“Anakin?”
Little hands had wrapped around his fingers, Obi-Wan staring up at
him in concern where he was standing on the spindly little table that
was his ‘room’ in their shared tent.

Shaking his head,
Anakin sent him a small smile. “I’m sorry master, I must have let
my mind wander.” It was curious, lately he seemed to let that
happen a lot.

But as long as it
didn’t happen in important moments, or Force forbid, during battle,
it would be fine.

Obi-Wan squeezed
his fingers a bit, frowning up at him.

“Its nothing
important Obi-Wan, just the past.” Anakin assured him before
checking that Obi-Wan was well covered and wouldn’t freeze once
they stepped out of the tent. Nodding to himself when he was sure the
other was wearing warm mittens, scarf and beanie, he lifted the other
up onto his shoulder with ease. “Hold on.”

He heard Obi-Wan
snort and felt the other grasp onto his collar. “You don’t have
to tell me that Ani, I know to hold on.” He chuckled at the other
man as amusement wafted along their bond with their shields so low.

Humming a bit,
Anakin lifted the tent flap aside and stepped outside into the cold,
smiling a bit to himself as he gave Fives a little wave when the
other saluted him as the trooper stamped through the snow towards the
mess tent with Echo.

The two had been on
scouting duty and was more then likely eager to get themselves
something warm to drink.

“You know, the
past can be important too Anakin.” Obi-Wan suddenly said, having to
talk a bit louder despite being beside his ear as the wind swished
by.

“Yeah I know but
this isn’t really important. At least not to me.” Anakin reached
up, giving Obi-Wan’s legs a little pet.

“Hmm, the fact
that its distracting you indicates otherwise but you know where I am
should you want to talk to me.” Obi-Wan chuckled, going quieter as
he gave a little shiver.

Chuckling too,
Anakin set up his speed to get to the command tent for Obi-Wan’s
sake. Being so small could be a real trouble for his little master,
it was just so easy for him to become cold.

Good thing he had
people to look after him, like Anakin and a certain Commander.

For TinyObi, apparently the Quartermaster either enjoyed making the doll sized clothing, or had way too much material left over?

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There’s always a
lot of fabric left after making tunics and leggings everywhere for so
many different Jedi. So much scraps of fabric that can’t be remade
into other things because there are so many different Jedi with
surprising body shapes.

Jedi with
tentacles.

Jedi with legs,
arms, two heads, thin necks, big arms, wings, all sorts of things.

Seamster Ruviko had
been doing this job for close to forty years now, with droids working
for him of course and a few apprentices that either decided not to
become knights and instead work for him.

He’d worked on
many different kinds of uniforms over the years.

There were a few
stock items of course.

Tunics of the
averaged sized Jedi, pants, tabards, belts and robes.

But then there were
a few special set things like besalisk uniforms and the more uncommon
body types out there in the wide galaxy, the over sized Jedi, the
smaller then common Jedi.

But sitting there
with the measurements of this Jedi was a first for even Ruviko as he
slowly sewed the first tiny uniform by hand based on the
requirements.

At first he had
wondered if there had been a miscommunication, had actually contacted
the temple to be sure but…

No such thing.

No this was a
genuine uniform for a genuine Jedi padawan who would go on to become
a genuine Jedi knight under Qui-Gon Jinn.

Which was why he
was hand sewing them with slow care and tiny stitches and not just
giving it to a droid who may make the stitches even tinier if
possible but it… it didn’t feel right to Ruviko somehow as he
slowly worked on it while sitting curled against up in his seat and
steadily sewing together a little uniform no bigger then a doll’s
clothes that he personally delivered the next day with his fingertips
feeling a little swollen from stabbing too much into his own
fingertips.

Knocking on the
door he was delivering the uniforms for, waiting for a slightly
disheveled, long haired man to appear in the doorway, clearly in
sleep tunics.

The master blinked
at him for a few moments before straightening, his face brightening
up. “Ah, Obi-Wan’s uniforms?” He questioned, gratefully
accepting the small parcel from the other man with his thumbs
brushing over it with a small grin on his face. “…Thank you for
this. I haven’t… Obi-Wan is the first padawan I’ve had since
Xanatos Fell and…” He shut up, seemed to recognize that he was
airing his own thoughts to someone who was a stranger by all accounts
before he bowed his head to Ruviko. “Just thank you.”

For a moment Ruviko
peered at him before nodding. “Take care of them. Lately I’ve…
made a lot of young knights burial uniforms… I don’t want to make
burial robes this small. So take care of them Master Jinn and
hopefully I won’t be the one to make the burial set for this set.”

The blue eyed and
long haired man peered back at him before smiling. “I will. Obi-Wan
is… special.” He rumbled before stepping back, giving one last
bow and then the door shut.

Through the door
however Ruviko could hear the man, weakly but still hear. “Obi-Wan!
Your uniforms came!”

There was a loud
cheer of glee and despite himself, despite worrying about a Jedi this
small, Ruviko felt a small smile twitch over his lips.

Even guardians of
peace and justice needed clothes.

For TinyObi, apparently the Quartermaster either enjoyed making the doll sized clothing, or had way too much material left over?

Posted on av swmoddy

There’s always a
lot of fabric left after making tunics and leggings everywhere for so
many different Jedi. So much scraps of fabric that can’t be remade
into other things because there are so many different Jedi with
surprising body shapes.

Jedi with
tentacles.

Jedi with legs,
arms, two heads, thin necks, big arms, wings, all sorts of things.

Seamster Ruviko had
been doing this job for close to forty years now, with droids working
for him of course and a few apprentices that either decided not to
become knights and instead work for him.

He’d worked on
many different kinds of uniforms over the years.

There were a few
stock items of course.

Tunics of the
averaged sized Jedi, pants, tabards, belts and robes.

But then there were
a few special set things like besalisk uniforms and the more uncommon
body types out there in the wide galaxy, the over sized Jedi, the
smaller then common Jedi.

But sitting there
with the measurements of this Jedi was a first for even Ruviko as he
slowly sewed the first tiny uniform by hand based on the
requirements.

At first he had
wondered if there had been a miscommunication, had actually contacted
the temple to be sure but…

No such thing.

No this was a
genuine uniform for a genuine Jedi padawan who would go on to become
a genuine Jedi knight under Qui-Gon Jinn.

Which was why he
was hand sewing them with slow care and tiny stitches and not just
giving it to a droid who may make the stitches even tinier if
possible but it… it didn’t feel right to Ruviko somehow as he
slowly worked on it while sitting curled against up in his seat and
steadily sewing together a little uniform no bigger then a doll’s
clothes that he personally delivered the next day with his fingertips
feeling a little swollen from stabbing too much into his own
fingertips.

Knocking on the
door he was delivering the uniforms for, waiting for a slightly
disheveled, long haired man to appear in the doorway, clearly in
sleep tunics.

The master blinked
at him for a few moments before straightening, his face brightening
up. “Ah, Obi-Wan’s uniforms?” He questioned, gratefully
accepting the small parcel from the other man with his thumbs
brushing over it with a small grin on his face. “…Thank you for
this. I haven’t… Obi-Wan is the first padawan I’ve had since
Xanatos Fell and…” He shut up, seemed to recognize that he was
airing his own thoughts to someone who was a stranger by all accounts
before he bowed his head to Ruviko. “Just thank you.”

For a moment Ruviko
peered at him before nodding. “Take care of them. Lately I’ve…
made a lot of young knights burial uniforms… I don’t want to make
burial robes this small. So take care of them Master Jinn and
hopefully I won’t be the one to make the burial set for this set.”

The blue eyed and
long haired man peered back at him before smiling. “I will. Obi-Wan
is… special.” He rumbled before stepping back, giving one last
bow and then the door shut.

Through the door
however Ruviko could hear the man, weakly but still hear. “Obi-Wan!
Your uniforms came!”

There was a loud
cheer of glee and despite himself, despite worrying about a Jedi this
small, Ruviko felt a small smile twitch over his lips.

Even guardians of
peace and justice needed clothes.

are you still writing tiny!obi??? if you are, can we see obi’s braiding ceremony/being officially picked as a padawan (did he still get sent to bandomeer?)?

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Somehow, Qui-Gon finds himself becoming Obi-Wan’s master without
really thinking about it. He finds that the boy now lives with him
and has been given a padawan uniform and somehow he’s signed off on
the papers that confirm that yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi is now his padawan?

It honestly had not been his intention.

The boy had just seemed so…

Frazzled and sad, sitting in his hand when it was time for Qui-Gon to
deliver him back to the creche after finding him in the gardens.

As if he thought his last chance was up.

So somehow Qui-Gon is once again a teacher for a young soul.

A young soul with a very little body but Qui-Gon knows that Obi-Wan
can do this, there’s a bright star in this little human and there’s
no doubt in the Jedi master that he can be a Jedi knight one day in
the future as long as he has the right teacher.

If that teacher should be Qui-Gon that’s another matter entierly
but he’s willing to be there for the teen and see him become a
Jedi.

“Can I even make a saber?” Obi-Wan suddenly questioned, sitting
on the master’s shoulder.

“What was that padawan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, smiling when the other
used the Force to hold onto his tunic and remain safely seated.

“Well most saber parts are…well big, can I really make a saber?”
Obi-Wan questioned again, sounding nervous and a bit lost.

“Obi-Wan, you are going to be a Jedi and that includes a
lightsaber. I promise you my tiny padawan.” Qui-Gon reached up and
stroked the legs resting down his shoulder, chuckling. “I mean we
can make clothes your size, a powercell and kyber crystal along with
casing will also be provided young one.”

He could feel Obi-Wan’s unhappiness in the Force but knew that
Obi-Wan would need the reassurance as he slowly grew into his own
personality and abilities.

“Am I even going to be able to wear any beads in my braid? Would it
matter if I did?” Obi-Wan questioned while clenching his hands into
the tunic of his master for emotional support more then the ability
to hold on for safety.

Stopping, Qui-Gon glanced about for privacy in the hallway before
carefully picking his small padawan off his shoulder and holding him
in front of himself at about eye level, giving him a soothing smile
as he held up his other hand so Obi-Wan could lean on it for support
as he stood in Qui-Gon’s palm. “Obi-Wan, you are my padawan. You
will learn and grow and experience all that means to be as a padawan
and I will ensure that you develop to have as full a life as you can
possibly have. That includes the braid, earning your beads, your rank
and your skill. And yes your life will be a bit more difficult to
figure these things out…but we’ll do it, together. I promise.”
He murmured.

Staring at the other, Obi-Wan squeezed the mans index finger with his
hands, smiling shyly. “Promise?”

“I promise Obi-Wan. The day will come when I cut your braid and it
will have its beads and its ornaments.” Qui-Gon chuckled and moved
the boy back to his shoulder. “Now we really need to get to the
quartermaster, she said she had all your tunics and robes ready along
with a secondary pair of boots… and even slippers apparently.”

are you still writing tiny!obi??? if you are, can we see obi’s braiding ceremony/being officially picked as a padawan (did he still get sent to bandomeer?)?

Posted on av swmoddy

Somehow, Qui-Gon finds himself becoming Obi-Wan’s master without
really thinking about it. He finds that the boy now lives with him
and has been given a padawan uniform and somehow he’s signed off on
the papers that confirm that yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi is now his padawan?

It honestly had not been his intention.

The boy had just seemed so…

Frazzled and sad, sitting in his hand when it was time for Qui-Gon to
deliver him back to the creche after finding him in the gardens.

As if he thought his last chance was up.

So somehow Qui-Gon is once again a teacher for a young soul.

A young soul with a very little body but Qui-Gon knows that Obi-Wan
can do this, there’s a bright star in this little human and there’s
no doubt in the Jedi master that he can be a Jedi knight one day in
the future as long as he has the right teacher.

If that teacher should be Qui-Gon that’s another matter entierly
but he’s willing to be there for the teen and see him become a
Jedi.

“Can I even make a saber?” Obi-Wan suddenly questioned, sitting
on the master’s shoulder.

“What was that padawan?” Qui-Gon rumbled, smiling when the other
used the Force to hold onto his tunic and remain safely seated.

“Well most saber parts are…well big, can I really make a saber?”
Obi-Wan questioned again, sounding nervous and a bit lost.

“Obi-Wan, you are going to be a Jedi and that includes a
lightsaber. I promise you my tiny padawan.” Qui-Gon reached up and
stroked the legs resting down his shoulder, chuckling. “I mean we
can make clothes your size, a powercell and kyber crystal along with
casing will also be provided young one.”

He could feel Obi-Wan’s unhappiness in the Force but knew that
Obi-Wan would need the reassurance as he slowly grew into his own
personality and abilities.

“Am I even going to be able to wear any beads in my braid? Would it
matter if I did?” Obi-Wan questioned while clenching his hands into
the tunic of his master for emotional support more then the ability
to hold on for safety.

Stopping, Qui-Gon glanced about for privacy in the hallway before
carefully picking his small padawan off his shoulder and holding him
in front of himself at about eye level, giving him a soothing smile
as he held up his other hand so Obi-Wan could lean on it for support
as he stood in Qui-Gon’s palm. “Obi-Wan, you are my padawan. You
will learn and grow and experience all that means to be as a padawan
and I will ensure that you develop to have as full a life as you can
possibly have. That includes the braid, earning your beads, your rank
and your skill. And yes your life will be a bit more difficult to
figure these things out…but we’ll do it, together. I promise.”
He murmured.

Staring at the other, Obi-Wan squeezed the mans index finger with his
hands, smiling shyly. “Promise?”

“I promise Obi-Wan. The day will come when I cut your braid and it
will have its beads and its ornaments.” Qui-Gon chuckled and moved
the boy back to his shoulder. “Now we really need to get to the
quartermaster, she said she had all your tunics and robes ready along
with a secondary pair of boots… and even slippers apparently.”

Haven’t seen Tiny Obi for a while? What happened? I need to see more, please!!!! Love everything you write ;)

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“It smells really good Cody.”
Obi-Wan hummed, beaming up at his…his…commander. Commander was
easy for now until he could perhaps use another word for what Cody
meant for him.

The trooper grinned back down at him
before stirring the ground meat quickly around to ensure it didn’t
burn and make sure the spices were evenly spread. “It should be.
One of the twi’lek refugees showed me how to make this, said it was
easy but good food.” He nodded to the can of beans and the wraps he
managed to find. “And according to the dietary charts your Healers
set together, this meets a lot of your needs though its a bit high in
fat.”

“That’s okay for occasional
things.” Obi-Wan chuckled warmly. “And really?”

“Your proteins, your fibers, your
minerals, vitamins and your calorie intake.” The commander hummed.

“Looking out for me huh.” Obi-Wan
chuckled, picking up a bowl of spice and holding it up for Cody to
take from him.

“Yup.” He grinned and took it,
spreading the red powder carefully all over and mixing it in as
Obi-Wan watched.

“Commander? I know you told us not to
bother you but we had a shipment arrive and they need a signature.”
Trapper stepped into the tent, giving them both a sheepish smile
while holding out a pad to Cody.

“Its alright Trapper.” Obi-Wan
chuckled and Cody sighed, turning to take the pad and write.

“Was to much to hope there wouldn’t
be an interruption huh.” He offered dryly, not unlike the Jedi he
worked for.

Trapper just grinned at that while
Obi-Wan continued to chuckle.

Of course somehow, something always has
to happen.

In this occasion, a tiny Jedi was
knocked into the cooking skillet and meat by an elbow.

“Obi-Wan!” Cody instantly reached
in and pulled him out by the back of his robes pinched between his
fingers while dropping the pad on the ground, pulling him out of the
hot ground meat and sauce.

Held between the two fingers, Obi-Wan
blinked at his two wide eyed troopers before laughing. “Oh dear
this seems to be a saucy adventure.”

Trapper gave a disbelieving laugh. “Sir
you…”

“Oh Stars, Obi-Wan I am so sorry.”
Cody groaned.

“No, no its fine. But I do think I
need a bath now.” Obi-Wan looked down at himself. “Hmm…” He
looked up at the other two. “And clean clothes.”

“Yes, yes of course, I’m so sorry
Obi-Wan, I’ll get you to your tent now.” Cody sighed. ‘That was
that date night…’

“Why?”

“Why what?” Cody looked down at
him.

“I mean, why my tent? I can take a
bath in a bowl in here if you fetch me a flannel and clean tunics.”
Obi-Wan shrugged, the picture of practicability.

“I…Yes, that could be…done.”
The commander swallowed, hoping he didn’t sound as clumsy as he
felt as he carefully settled the Jedi down on the counter.
“I’ll…I’ll go get your tunics and a flannel then?”

“And some soap please, I’d rather
not wash in dishwashing soap.” Obi-Wan smiled up at him while
wiping his face for sauce.

It was only once he stepped out of the
tent he had been cooking in that he took note of Trapper being gone.
‘…Well that’s going to be all over the camp by five minutes.’
He sighed before heading to the tent he shared with Obi-Wan. He went
to the table that was Obi-Wan’s space and found the spare clothes,
taking several deep breaths.

‘He’s just going to wash.’ He
grabbed the soap. ‘Nothing big.’ He returned to the tent where
Obi-Wan was waiting. ‘I’ll keep my back to him while he’s
nude.’

A large baking bowl of metal was filled
with warm water and a bit of soap which made bubbles appear and Cody
turned his back on the table where he deposited the bowl, the Jedi,
clothes and flannel. “Tell me when you’re done?”

At his words Obi-Wan chuckled softly.
“You know, I don’t mind if you see me nude Cody.”

“Perhaps but…I…with our new
relationship, I don’t want to push you anywhere you’re not
comfortable to be. That includes you in a state of undress.” Cody
murmured.

There was some soft splashing. “Cody?
Thank you.” Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet and Cody felt accomplished
at the softness of it.

If there was one thing Cody wanted, it
was for this relationship to work.

He was going to make it work.

Haven’t seen Tiny Obi for a while? What happened? I need to see more, please!!!! Love everything you write ;)

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“It smells really good Cody.”
Obi-Wan hummed, beaming up at his…his…commander. Commander was
easy for now until he could perhaps use another word for what Cody
meant for him.

The trooper grinned back down at him
before stirring the ground meat quickly around to ensure it didn’t
burn and make sure the spices were evenly spread. “It should be.
One of the twi’lek refugees showed me how to make this, said it was
easy but good food.” He nodded to the can of beans and the wraps he
managed to find. “And according to the dietary charts your Healers
set together, this meets a lot of your needs though its a bit high in
fat.”

“That’s okay for occasional
things.” Obi-Wan chuckled warmly. “And really?”

“Your proteins, your fibers, your
minerals, vitamins and your calorie intake.” The commander hummed.

“Looking out for me huh.” Obi-Wan
chuckled, picking up a bowl of spice and holding it up for Cody to
take from him.

“Yup.” He grinned and took it,
spreading the red powder carefully all over and mixing it in as
Obi-Wan watched.

“Commander? I know you told us not to
bother you but we had a shipment arrive and they need a signature.”
Trapper stepped into the tent, giving them both a sheepish smile
while holding out a pad to Cody.

“Its alright Trapper.” Obi-Wan
chuckled and Cody sighed, turning to take the pad and write.

“Was to much to hope there wouldn’t
be an interruption huh.” He offered dryly, not unlike the Jedi he
worked for.

Trapper just grinned at that while
Obi-Wan continued to chuckle.

Of course somehow, something always has
to happen.

In this occasion, a tiny Jedi was
knocked into the cooking skillet and meat by an elbow.

“Obi-Wan!” Cody instantly reached
in and pulled him out by the back of his robes pinched between his
fingers while dropping the pad on the ground, pulling him out of the
hot ground meat and sauce.

Held between the two fingers, Obi-Wan
blinked at his two wide eyed troopers before laughing. “Oh dear
this seems to be a saucy adventure.”

Trapper gave a disbelieving laugh. “Sir
you…”

“Oh Stars, Obi-Wan I am so sorry.”
Cody groaned.

“No, no its fine. But I do think I
need a bath now.” Obi-Wan looked down at himself. “Hmm…” He
looked up at the other two. “And clean clothes.”

“Yes, yes of course, I’m so sorry
Obi-Wan, I’ll get you to your tent now.” Cody sighed. ‘That was
that date night…’

“Why?”

“Why what?” Cody looked down at
him.

“I mean, why my tent? I can take a
bath in a bowl in here if you fetch me a flannel and clean tunics.”
Obi-Wan shrugged, the picture of practicability.

“I…Yes, that could be…done.”
The commander swallowed, hoping he didn’t sound as clumsy as he
felt as he carefully settled the Jedi down on the counter.
“I’ll…I’ll go get your tunics and a flannel then?”

“And some soap please, I’d rather
not wash in dishwashing soap.” Obi-Wan smiled up at him while
wiping his face for sauce.

It was only once he stepped out of the
tent he had been cooking in that he took note of Trapper being gone.
‘…Well that’s going to be all over the camp by five minutes.’
He sighed before heading to the tent he shared with Obi-Wan. He went
to the table that was Obi-Wan’s space and found the spare clothes,
taking several deep breaths.

‘He’s just going to wash.’ He
grabbed the soap. ‘Nothing big.’ He returned to the tent where
Obi-Wan was waiting. ‘I’ll keep my back to him while he’s
nude.’

A large baking bowl of metal was filled
with warm water and a bit of soap which made bubbles appear and Cody
turned his back on the table where he deposited the bowl, the Jedi,
clothes and flannel. “Tell me when you’re done?”

At his words Obi-Wan chuckled softly.
“You know, I don’t mind if you see me nude Cody.”

“Perhaps but…I…with our new
relationship, I don’t want to push you anywhere you’re not
comfortable to be. That includes you in a state of undress.” Cody
murmured.

There was some soft splashing. “Cody?
Thank you.” Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet and Cody felt accomplished
at the softness of it.

If there was one thing Cody wanted, it
was for this relationship to work.

He was going to make it work.

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“…I honestly didn’t think you
really meant it when you said fruit picking.” Obi-Wan laughed as
Cody lifted him up on a tall branch, the small Jedi quickly moving
towards the higher fruits.

“Hey, fruits are good and I know you,
you’re good at climbing.” Cody countered, holding up the basket
to catch the fruits Obi-Wan dropped down, smiling every time a blue
apple hit the basket with a sound thump.

The miniature Jedi gave him a warm
smile back and continued climbing around, using a little bit of the
Force to make sure the apples did indeed hit the basket.

“We can’t eat all of these though.”
He hummed.

“No but like I said, we can give the
rest to the troopers or we can give them to the kitchen to make a few
pastries for everyone.” Cody countered again, grinning when Obi-Wan
laughed in delight. That was what he wanted with this entire thing.
Obi-Wan, laughing, smiling, happy. “Don’t climb to high.” He
cautioned. “I’m not sure I can follow up there. I might be to
big.”

“Now there’s a few words I don’t
often hear.” Obi-Wan laughed but started to carefully climb to get
down. “We should have enough apples anyhow, the basket is full.”
He offered before climbing into Cody’s hand when the other offered
it again.

With care, Cody moved him to his
shoulder, smiling when Obi-Wan settled down on it with familiarity
and ease.

“Find a place to have lunch?” Cody
looked around.

“That hill over there looks nice. I
don’t mind sitting on your thigh if there’s a rock you can sit
on.” Obi-Wan pointed.

The commander hummed and nodded. “We’ll
look for a rock. I’m not sitting down in the wet grass.” He
smiled when he felt the other nuzzle into his neck, reaching up with
his free hand to rub his fingers over the others legs slowly.

So far their first date had been going
wonderful.

The planet they were safe guarding was
peaceful, the weather was nice, Obi-Wan had been enjoying himself and
they were left in peace for the date, no one reaching out with an
emergency.

Looking around, Cody found a okayish
rock he could sit on, settling the basket down and then helping
Obi-Wan down on his thigh so they could see each other.

“So, what did you pack for us?”
Obi-Wan offered curiously, peeking at the bottle and the container in
the basket.

“Bantha stew, bread powder and
water.” Cody smiled sheepishly back. “I know its not fancy but I
kind of had to work with what I had.” He offered while pulling the
bag with the bread powder out of his belt to make their loaf of
bread. “And there’s also the apples which I hope are sweet as a
form for dessert.”

He relaxed when Obi-Wan gave a
delighted laughter. “Well well, at least you didn’t have this
perfectly planned. I like it Cody. And I like bantha stew.” His
Jedi smiled up at him, comfortable looking on Cody’s thigh.

This was what Cody wanted.

If he could have a future like this,
sitting in the sun about to eat with Obi-Wan, then he’d grasp it
with both hands and never let go.

He smiled and quickly mixed water and
bread powder, letting it rise as he opened the container of bantha
stew.

Obi-Wan got full after a bit and then
curled out over Cody’s thigh, watching the world as Cody continued
spooning down more of the stew and eating bread, both enjoying the
respite.

“You know…I could do this
again…easily.”

“Huh?”

“Just…this.” Obi-Wan whispered,
making it hard for Cody to hear him. “Just laying in the sun on
your thigh. Its…calm. I haven’t had calm since the war began, not
like this.”

The commander blinked before leaving
the spoon in the container and reaching out with his right hand, his
left still holding the stew. He rested a fingertip on the others back
slowly. “Well for what its worth, I can totally do this again too.”
He offered quietly.

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“…I honestly didn’t think you
really meant it when you said fruit picking.” Obi-Wan laughed as
Cody lifted him up on a tall branch, the small Jedi quickly moving
towards the higher fruits.

“Hey, fruits are good and I know you,
you’re good at climbing.” Cody countered, holding up the basket
to catch the fruits Obi-Wan dropped down, smiling every time a blue
apple hit the basket with a sound thump.

The miniature Jedi gave him a warm
smile back and continued climbing around, using a little bit of the
Force to make sure the apples did indeed hit the basket.

“We can’t eat all of these though.”
He hummed.

“No but like I said, we can give the
rest to the troopers or we can give them to the kitchen to make a few
pastries for everyone.” Cody countered again, grinning when Obi-Wan
laughed in delight. That was what he wanted with this entire thing.
Obi-Wan, laughing, smiling, happy. “Don’t climb to high.” He
cautioned. “I’m not sure I can follow up there. I might be to
big.”

“Now there’s a few words I don’t
often hear.” Obi-Wan laughed but started to carefully climb to get
down. “We should have enough apples anyhow, the basket is full.”
He offered before climbing into Cody’s hand when the other offered
it again.

With care, Cody moved him to his
shoulder, smiling when Obi-Wan settled down on it with familiarity
and ease.

“Find a place to have lunch?” Cody
looked around.

“That hill over there looks nice. I
don’t mind sitting on your thigh if there’s a rock you can sit
on.” Obi-Wan pointed.

The commander hummed and nodded. “We’ll
look for a rock. I’m not sitting down in the wet grass.” He
smiled when he felt the other nuzzle into his neck, reaching up with
his free hand to rub his fingers over the others legs slowly.

So far their first date had been going
wonderful.

The planet they were safe guarding was
peaceful, the weather was nice, Obi-Wan had been enjoying himself and
they were left in peace for the date, no one reaching out with an
emergency.

Looking around, Cody found a okayish
rock he could sit on, settling the basket down and then helping
Obi-Wan down on his thigh so they could see each other.

“So, what did you pack for us?”
Obi-Wan offered curiously, peeking at the bottle and the container in
the basket.

“Bantha stew, bread powder and
water.” Cody smiled sheepishly back. “I know its not fancy but I
kind of had to work with what I had.” He offered while pulling the
bag with the bread powder out of his belt to make their loaf of
bread. “And there’s also the apples which I hope are sweet as a
form for dessert.”

He relaxed when Obi-Wan gave a
delighted laughter. “Well well, at least you didn’t have this
perfectly planned. I like it Cody. And I like bantha stew.” His
Jedi smiled up at him, comfortable looking on Cody’s thigh.

This was what Cody wanted.

If he could have a future like this,
sitting in the sun about to eat with Obi-Wan, then he’d grasp it
with both hands and never let go.

He smiled and quickly mixed water and
bread powder, letting it rise as he opened the container of bantha
stew.

Obi-Wan got full after a bit and then
curled out over Cody’s thigh, watching the world as Cody continued
spooning down more of the stew and eating bread, both enjoying the
respite.

“You know…I could do this
again…easily.”

“Huh?”

“Just…this.” Obi-Wan whispered,
making it hard for Cody to hear him. “Just laying in the sun on
your thigh. Its…calm. I haven’t had calm since the war began, not
like this.”

The commander blinked before leaving
the spoon in the container and reaching out with his right hand, his
left still holding the stew. He rested a fingertip on the others back
slowly. “Well for what its worth, I can totally do this again too.”
He offered quietly.