Ani/Anakin

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Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel
Trilogy
Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan
Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker
Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink,
Spanking, Non-Sexual Spanking, Diapers, Omorashi, Piss kink,
Watersports, Infantilism, Safe Sane and Consensual, Hurt/Comfort,
Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Three's Company
Stats: Published: 2022-08-13 Words: 5,546 Chapters: 1/1
 Ani/Anakin
by RexIsMyCopilot

Summary

Anakin has an overwhelming day and asks for Daddy Qui-Gon

Notes

I come to you with a humble offering of more age play with some mild angst mixed in as a
peace offering for not yet answering my asks/comments.

Okay, I did have a comment on the last threesome fic I wrote about the nature of their
relationship in this and I guess I kinda see it as the threesome itself is pretty casual, Qui-Gon
taking on the role of another dom and teaching Obi-Wan some things. Like a casual
polyamorous little family where the core of it started as Obikin but Qui-Gon is welcomed
into the fold.

Anyway, for this part, if you haven't read my fifty shades fic, Obi-Wan's hard limit is age
play, but it's Qui-Gon's kink so Anakin can go to Qui-Gon for what he needs. It's not actually
"canon" to fifty shades universe. I just like this threesome together and I like the way those
characters are in fifty shades so here we are lol

OH AND! @atlastries on Twitter already made this amazing fanart of one of the scenes in
this fic! So definitely show them some love!

See the end of the work for more notes

Anakin squirmed at his desk, the multitude of emails he was receiving making him feel
overwhelmed. He rested his cheek on his hand, his face squished in an uncomfortable
position as he read through yet another one.

He didn’t quite know why his inbox was making him feel so defeated and exhausted, but it
just was. Obi-Wan would tell him that it’s okay to feel that way and that days like this
happen. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Anakin imagined Obi-Wan saying.

But that was more than a little challenging.

How could he not be hard on himself when he wasn’t actually getting anything done? When
the weight of it all was on his shoulders?

The more he thought about it, the more he just wanted to go home and curl up and not think
for the rest of the day. And the nice thing was… he actually could. The small hope fluttered
in him as he took out his phone and texted their group chat.

[Anakin] Can I go to Daddy Qui-Gon’s after work?

That had become their code for Anakin wanting to feel little. It had made it easier for Anakin
to ask for what he wanted if he could use “Daddy Qui-Gon” instead of outright asking to be
put in that little space where nothing was overwhelming and everything was taken care of.

[Obi-Wan] What’s wrong baby?

[Anakin] Bad day

[Anakin] If it’s not too much trouble

[Qui-Gon] You are never too much trouble, little one

[Qui-Gon] Let me talk to your Daddy and we can work out the details

[Anakin] Are you sure?

[Qui-Gon] Enough of that now

[Qui-Gon] We’ll let you know about tonight

Anakin blushed at the small reprimand.

[Anakin] Okay thank you

[Obi-Wan] You’re welcome sweetheart

[Obi-Wan] Take a little break if you need to

[Anakin] I will <3

Anakin bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for Qui-Gon to pick him up from work.
That’s what Daddy Qui-Gon had told him to do. Wait outside at 5:30 and he would be there
to take Anakin back home and Anakin could forget about his stupid day.

When Qui-Gon’s car pulled up to the curb, Anakin eagerly got in, dumping his backpack at
his feet, but was more than a little surprised when Qui-Gon reached over and buckled Anakin
in.

“Bad day, little one?” Qui-Gon asked gently.

Anakin just nodded, dropping his head back and closing his eyes. “Tired,” he managed.

“Well, we need to eat dinner first and then we can go home and cuddle and take a bath,” Qui-
Gon said gently.

“‘Kay,” Anakin mumbled. “But I’m not hungry,” he frowned.

“Do little boys get to decide that?” Qui-Gon scolded lightly.

Anakin turned his head to look at Qui-Gon. “But I just want to go home.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize little boys made all the decisions now,” Qui-Gon said lightly. “Do little
boys also like to pretend they’re big boys with big boy responsibilities?”

Anakin squirmed in his seat at the directness of the question. He liked feeling little. He liked
being taken care of. But he was going to fight it anyway even if he was the one who asked for
this.

“Answer me,” Qui-Gon pressed.

Anakin realized with horror that they were not going to start driving until he admitted he was
little and wanted to be taken care of tonight. “I’m not a big boy,” he mumbled in a whisper,
his cheeks flaming at the admission.

“There we go,” Qui-Gon soothed. “Now for some dinner.” He put the car in drive and merged
into traffic, Anakin slumping in his seat as he got over the sheer humiliation of the situation.

Though his humiliation was only compounded when they pulled into a drive-thru and Qui-
Gon ordered him a kid’s meal. And he thought he would perish on the spot when Qui-Gon
handed him the bag complete with a little boy’s toy inside.

“What toy did you get?” Qui-Gon asked as they continued towards Qui-Gon’s house.

“A robot,” Anakin replied, playing with the bendable arms of the gold android looking toy in
his hands.

“That’s a good one for you,” Qui-Gon said easily. “But you have to eat too.”

“Daddy,” Anakin complained.

“Or would you rather have a big boy dinner at home?” Qui-Gon asked. “I was thinking of
eggplant.”

“No!” Anakin whined.

“Then eat your food,” Qui-Gon insisted.

Anakin reluctantly took out a few fries and shoved them in his mouth. He didn’t want to
admit it, but the food was actually making him feel better. Maybe even a little more… little.

And thankfully, there wasn’t much of it so that by the time they arrived at Qui-Gon’s house,
he had already finished it.

“Stay there,” Qui-Gon instructed gently when he pulled into the garage and shut off the
engine. He got out of the car and came to the passenger side, opening the door. Leaning over
Anakin, he unbuckled the seatbelt and took Anakin’s backpack before helping Anakin out of
the car.

“We’re going to get you changed into something more comfortable,” Qui-Gon started, his
voice soft. “And we can cuddle for a little while before it’s bath time.”

Anakin nodded, rubbing his eyes as he followed Qui-Gon into the house.

“We’ll have a nice early bedtime too, I think,” Qui-Gon said upon seeing Anakin yawn.

“Okay,” Anakin mumbled and let Qui-Gon lead him downstairs.

“And I have a present for you,” Qui-Gon said with a warm smile as they stepped into the
inviting room with the lights low.

Anakin didn’t want to admit how happy that made him, but he couldn’t stop the smile on his
face. “What is it?”

“If you’re very good during this next part, I’ll give it to you after we get you changed,” Qui-
Gon bargained.

Anakin’s stomach flipped. If Qui-Gon was worried about how he was going to act, that
usually meant one thing: a stupid diaper.

Qui-Gon didn’t use it every time, but he did when he felt it was extra important to get Anakin
into not just little space, but baby space. For Anakin, it was the most humiliating and hardest
space to get into, but the most fulfilling.

“Please not a diaper,” Anakin begged, tears pricking his eyes.

Qui-Gon ran a hand up and down Anakin’s arm. “We can wait on it a little,” he offered.
“After your bath.”

“Okay,” Anakin pouted, but nodded his head. Unasked, he held his arms up for Qui-Gon to
take off his shirt and Qui-Gon obliged, tugging it off.
“There’s a good boy,” Qui-Gon praised quietly and unzipped the fly of Anakin’s pants. He let
Anakin step out of his pants before pulling down his boxers.

“I thought you said after the bath,” Anakin almost cried as his boxers pooled around his
ankles.

“That’s right,” Qui-Gon replied easily. “After your bath.” He let Anakin stand there while he
went to a dresser and pulled out a large green sweater and bright blue briefs with some kind
of pattern on them that Anakin couldn’t see until Qui-Gon let him hold it.

“What are these?” Anakin sniffled as he looked at the brightly patterned underwear with what
he could now see were cartoon robots. They were thicker than normal underwear, he noted.
And much softer too.

“Some training pants for you,” Qui-Gon soothed. “No diaper yet, but we’ll have some
protection just in case.”

Anakin nodded and lifted his feet one at a time to let Qui-Gon pull on the training pants.
They felt bulky, but not as bad as a diaper. Qui-Gon then helped Anakin into the sweater, the
sleeves far too long for Anakin’s arms.

“There we go,” Qui-Gon whispered reassuringly. “All set.”

“Was I good enough for my present?” Anakin asked innocently as Qui-Gon led him to the
large bed.

“You were very good, little one,” Qui-Gon praised. He let Anakin get settled into the bed
before retrieving something from the same dresser and holding it behind his back.

“What is it?” Anakin sat up, trying to catch a glimpse of it.

Qui-Gon finally showed him, holding it out for Anakin to see.

A wide smile spread across Anakin’s face. “A stuffed bunny,” he said excitedly.

“Mhm,” Qui-Gon hummed and placed it in Anakin’s awaiting arms.

“It looks like Obi-Wan,” Anakin mumbled, hugging it close.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Qui-Gon chuckled as he climbed onto the bed. “Come here, little one.”

Anakin eagerly snuggled next to Qui-Gon, still holding the plushie in his arms.

“Feel better?” Qui-Gon whispered.

Anakin hummed, nodding against Qui-Gon’s chest.

“Tell me about your day,” Qui-Gon coaxed gently.

“Busy and dumb,” Anakin frowned.

“Poor little boy,” Qui-Gon soothed. “It’s so hard sometimes, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Anakin mumbled.

“If you’re very good during bathtime, I’ll let you choose what book we read before bedtime,”
Qui-Gon said softly.

“I don’t want a diaper, Daddy,” Anakin whined, thinking about the upcoming bath and what
would come after it.

“It’s not about what you want,” Qui-Gon reminded Anakin gently. “It’s about what you
need.”

“Daddy,” Anakin whimpered.

“Shh,” Qui-Gon hushed gently. “You’ll be okay. We’ll stay here just like this for a little while
longer and then you’ll get a nice soothing bath and we’ll get you so clean. And after that we
get all ready for bed because baby boys need their sleep, don’t they?”

Anakin nodded, clutching his plushie tightly.

“And when you put that diaper on, you don’t have to worry about anything in the world, do
you?”

“No,” Anakin admitted bashfully.

“Even though I know you always fight me on it,” Qui-Gon chuckled.

Anakin shifted uncomfortably next to Qui-Gon. “Sorry, Daddy,” he whispered.

“It’s alright,” Qui-Gon said, keeping his voice soft. “Baby boys are allowed to be fussy,
which is why we have story time and a pacifier to help.”

Squirming, Anakin squeezed his eyes shut.

“And I get to be the lucky Daddy who takes care of you,” Qui-Gon continued.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Anakin slurred.

“We have some time before we have to start getting ready for bed,” Qui-Gon said. “I have
some coloring books if you want to color.”

“Yeah,” Anakin murmured, but made a very distinct pouting face when Qui-Gon got up from
the bed. Anakin did not have to wait long before Qui-Gon was returning with a coloring book
and a box of crayons.

He sat up in bed, still holding the plushie in his lap as Qui-Gon set the coloring book and
crayons in front of him.

“Astronauts?” Anakin laughed, looking up at Qui-Gon.

“That’s right, little one,” Qui-Gon praised and Anakin couldn’t help but preen under it. That
was the best part about being little - praise for even the smallest achievement.

He picked a random page in the book and began coloring as Qui-Gon knelt behind him. Qui-
Gon ran his fingers through Anakin’s hair, smoothing the tresses and detangling a few knots.

“Ow!” Anakin complained at one knot that refused to cooperate.

“I’m sorry, Ani,” Qui-Gon soothed. “Your hair needs a good wash.”

Anakin’s insides tightened at the thought of the bath to come.

“When is bedtime?” Anakin asked as he colored in the astronaut’s helmet.

“8:00,” Qui-Gon said simply. “But that’s not for little boys to worry about.”

“It’s so early,” Anakin complained, crossing his arms in front of him and pouting.

“Baby boys get baby boy bedtimes.” Qui-Gon continued combing his fingers through
Anakin’s hair. “Finish coloring the helmet and we’ll go take your bath.”

Anakin whined, squirming on the bed. “But-”

“You like baths,” Qui-Gon reminded him.

“But I don’t want to wear a diaper and I don’t want to go to bed,” Anakin protested.

“That’s too bad,” Qui-Gon said with a hint of a warning in his voice. “Clean up your
crayons.”

Anakin crossed his arms in front of him, refusing to pick up his mess. The longer he stalled,
the more time before stupid bath time and the more time before stupid bed time.

“Anakin,” Qui-Gon cautioned and Anakin quailed at the tone.

Anakin whined, but picked up the crayons and put them back in the box.

“Good boy,” Qui-Gon praised. “And now it’s bath time.” He got up from the bed and didn’t
wait for Anakin to follow, instead scooping Anakin up in his arms and carrying him to the
bathroom.

Qui-Gon set Anakin on the floor and turned on the tap, letting the water warm up. “Sit still,
Ani,” he chided when Anakin squirmed on the floor.

“I have to go potty,” Anakin begged, hugging the plushie tightly to his chest.

“You can go just like that,” Qui-Gon said simply.

Anakin shook his head and buried it in the top of the plush bunny. If he went now, it would
just fuel Qui-Gon’s insistence that he needed his stupid diaper because he was a little baby
that didn’t need to worry about anything - even relieving himself.
“I’m going to be upset with you if you go in the bath,” Qui-Gon warned as he poured some
bubble bath into the slowly filling tub.

“I don’t need a bath,” Anakin complained.

“You like baths,” Qui-Gon reiterated. “And this is not up for negotiation.”

“Daddy!” Anakin whined.

“Anakin,” Qui-Gon started, his voice still gentle even as he was reprimanding. “If you want
to find out what happens to naughty little boys, keep up the attitude.”

“I don’t want a bath and I don’t want to go to bed and I don’t want to wear a stupid diaper,”
Anakin snapped, hugging the plush bunny for comfort.

Qui-Gon calmly opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a thick wooden hairbrush.
“Alright, Anakin,” he said as if he were doing anything else. “You wanted your training pants
off so badly and now you’re going to get your wish.”

Anakin’s stomach flipped for the second time that night as he squirmed on the floor. “I’m
sorry!”

Qui-Gon shut the lid of the toilet and sat down on top of it. “Anakin.”

“No! Daddy! I’m sorry!” Anakin started sobbing, fat tears falling down his cheeks.

“Do you have a say in this?” Qui-Gon asked, staring Anakin down.

Anakin swallowed the lump in his throat and rubbed his eye with a lightly fisted hand. “No,
Daddy.”

“Then you’re going over my lap and you’re getting a spanking for being a naughty little boy,”
Qui-Gon said simply.

When Anakin seemed rooted to his spot on the floor, Qui-Gon sighed and sat in front of
Anakin, legs crossed. He pulled a very tearful Anakin, who was still clutching tightly to his
plushy, over his lap. He flipped up the bottom of the sweater and found the waistband of the
training pants before tugging them down.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Anakin sobbed, squirming in Qui-Gon’s hold.

“Shh,” Qui-Gon soothed. “I know you are and we’re going to make it all better.” With that,
Qui-Gon brought down the brush on Anakin’s vulnerable behind.

Anakin practically wailed at the sudden sting, keeping his plushie hugged tightly to his chest.
His bladder pressed right against Qui-Gon’s thigh and another whack of the hairbrush made
him squirm again.

Usually, he could take so much more than just two strikes before he started begging for
mercy, but for some reason like this, he needed it to end now. Not just because of the full
bladder that needed emptying, but it actually hurt.

“‘M sorry!” Anakin sobbed. “Please, I’ll be good!”

Another hit from the hairbrush and Anakin was fully wailing rather dramatically. Maybe a
little more dramatically than the situation called for, but it felt right in the moment as his
backside was soon covered in sharp swats, leaving behind a burning warmth.

“Please!” Anakin blubbered out. “I have to pee so bad!”

“Now you want to go potty?” Qui-Gon asked and spanked again.

His bladder pressed dangerously on Qui-Gon’s leg. He couldn’t do it here. He couldn’t pee
on Qui-Gon’s lap.

But when Qui-Gon spanked right on his sit spots, it pushed Anakin again into Qui-Gon’s
thigh and a warm trickle leaked out. He was beyond certain that Qui-Gon knew exactly what
was happening as he smacked again.

The trickle turned into an unstoppable stream and Anakin continued to cry over Qui-Gon’s
lap as the spanking stopped and warm liquid pooled beneath him, all over Qui-Gon and the
rug and floor.

“I’m sorry!” Anakin cried as Qui-Gon rubbed soft circles into Anakin’s back.

“It’s alright, Ani,” Qui-Gon said reassuringly. “I know that it’s hard for little boys to hold it.
And I know that you had a hard big boy day. You can always cry with me.”

Anakin sniffled, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his sweater while Qui-Gon pulled off the
training pants. “Okay,” Anakin croaked.

“But now I think we really need that bath, don’t we?” Qui-Gon coaxed gently.

Anakin nodded and waited for Qui-Gon to help him sit up and set aside the plushie. Anakin
held his arms up for Qui-Gon so he could strip off the soft sweater and set it aside.

“Did we get any on your bunny?” Qui-Gon asked, inspecting it.

Anakin shook his head, worried that Qui-Gon was going to say he couldn’t have it the rest of
the night if it got soiled.

“I think it’s safe,” Qui-Gon concluded and set it aside. He reached for the tap and shut off the
water that was filling the extra large tub. “Let’s get you in the tub and then I’ll join you.”

Nodding, Anakin stood from the floor and let Qui-Gon help him into the tub. He pulled his
knees to his chest, hugging his legs tightly.

“I’ll be right back,” Qui-Gon promised in a soft voice. “I’m just going to clean this up and
get some clothes for after.”
Anakin nodded, wiping his eyes as Qui-Gon left the room. He pushed a small pack of
bubbles across the surface of the water, popping a few of them until Qui-Gon came back into
the bathroom carrying a stack of clothing for both himself and Anakin.

After setting them aside, he began removing his clothing, Anakin trying not to look as he
kept his eyes firmly on the bubbles in the water.

Qui-Gon finished removing his clothing and bundled them up with the urine soaked rug and
took them out of the room. After laying down a towel, he climbed into the tub, letting out a
deep sigh as he sank into the water.

“Much better,” he smiled.

“Sorry,” Anakin mumbled again.

“It’s alright, little one,” Qui-Gon soothed. He spread his legs, waiting for Anakin to come
between them. Anakin awkwardly scooted forward and turned around, resting his back
against Qui-Gon’s chest, thankful for the fact that Qui-Gon had splurged on such a large tub.

“I’m just going to clean you up,” Qui-Gon whispered, keeping his voice low.

“Okay,” Anakin muttered while Qui-Gon reached for the loofah and added some soap. He ran
the loofah over Anakin’s shoulders and back and around to his front and over his collarbone.

“You’re going to be a good boy while I wash your private parts, aren’t you?” Qui-Gon said
matter-of-factly.

Anakin squirmed, keeping his tears of humiliation to himself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You get to choose what we read before bed if you’re very good,” Qui-Gon reminded him as
the loofah worked lower and lower.

Anakin nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as the loofah dunked below the water and
began washing over his penis and then down to his balls. He whined as the loofah roughly
worked over his very private areas and then to the inside of his thighs.

“We have to make sure you’re nice and clean after that little accident,” Qui-Gon explained as
if Anakin had somehow forgotten about the humiliation that had transpired.

Once Qui-Gon was satisfied with his very thorough cleaning, he set the loofah aside and
picked up the shampoo. “Wet your hair, Ani,” he instructed simply and Anakin did as he was
told, dipping his head back and getting his hair wet.

Qui-Gon worked the shampoo through Anakin’s curls and Anakin let himself finally relax as
Qui-Gon’s fingers massaged over his scalp.

“I know you like that, little one,” Qui-Gon whispered.

Anakin could only nod, his throat still raw from his previous fit of tears.
“We’ll get all the tangles out,” Qui-Gon said reassuringly. “And you’ll feel so good when we
get into bed.”

Anakin was so deep into Qui-Gon’s words, he almost forgot about the diaper that waited for
him. “Okay,” he mumbled.

“Lean back and we’ll rinse this out,” Qui-Gon whispered.

Anakin scooted forward and let Qui-Gon take his time rinsing out his hair as he dipped his
head back into the water.

“What do you think, baby boy?” Qui-Gon murmured. “Should we get out of the tub and dry
off?”

Anakin whimpered, but kept his complaints to himself as Qui-Gon removed himself from the
tub and began drying off.

He watched as Qui-Gon pulled on his boxers and pajama pants and hung up his towel.
“Alright, baby boy,” he said and Anakin took the tone as ‘ominous’ even if it wasn’t. “Let’s
get you ready for bed.”

“Daddy,” Anakin begged.

“Anakin,” Qui-Gon warned as he helped Anakin out of the tub. He wrapped him in a large,
soft towel and dried his hair. “I know you don’t want it, but you need it.”

Anakin allowed himself a self-pitying sob as Qui-Gon continued to very thoroughly dry him
off.

Qui-Gon then guided Anakin to the floor, laying him down with soft praises. “I know this is
the hardest part, little one.”

Anakin squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. “Can I have the bunny?” he asked, his voice
cracking.

“Of course, Ani,” Qui-Gon whispered, handing Anakin the plush bunny.

Anakin hugged the bunny close as he heard the dreaded crinkle of the diaper.

“You’re doing so well,” Qui-Gon praised as Anakin’s legs were spread to position the diaper
and the velcro was adhered around his hips. “All done. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Anakin could feel the blush on his face as he opened his eyes, top lip quivering. “Is Obi-Wan
coming back tonight?”

“He plans on it,” Qui-Gon said gently.

“He’s not going to like it,” Anakin said, holding back a cry.
“Oh, little one,” Qui-Gon quieted, cupping Anakin’s head in his hand. “Is that what you’re so
worked up about?”

Anakin nodded, tears streaming down his face.

“Can we finish getting you dressed and then we’ll call him and see what he says?” Qui-Gon
coaxed.

Sniffling, Anakin sat up and nodded again. He put the bunny in his lap and held up his arms
as Qui-Gon pulled another large sweater over his head.

“You’re very cute like this,” Qui-Gon praised again, a warm smile on his face. “Take your
bunny,” he said, handing Anakin the plushie from his lap. “And we’ll go get snuggly in bed.”

“And call Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked.

“And we’ll call Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon promised and helped Anakin sit up.

With Qui-Gon’s help, Anakin stood from the floor and he shuffled back to the room with the
large bed and let Qui-Gon lay him down. He snuggled the bunny close to him as Qui-Gon
tucked him in with a big blanket.

“Obi-Wan?” he mumbled.

“I’m going to talk to Obi-Wan first and then I’ll come back in here and we can talk to him
together,” Qui-Gon promised.

Anakin nodded, closing his eyes as Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to his temple.

He didn’t want to wait and he didn’t want Qui-Gon to leave him, but if that’s what Daddy
said was happening, then that’s what was happening.

He could hear Qui-Gon’s soft voice outside the room though he couldn’t make anything out
and in practically no time at all, Qui-Gon was coming back into the room, holding the phone
out. He put it on speaker, placing it between them on the mattress as he slid into bed next to
Anakin.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan’s soft words came over the phone.

“Hi,” Anakin whispered.

“Daddy Qui-Gon says that you’re worried about something,” Obi-Wan soothed.

“Are you coming back tonight?” Anakin croaked.

“That’s my plan, baby.”

Anakin glanced up at Qui-Gon who was giving him an encouraging look. “Is it okay if I have
my diaper on when you come back?” he asked in a whisper, barely managing to hold back
tears.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan said gently. “I like seeing you happy. Even if I can’t be the one to
get you in that little space.”

“Okay,” Anakin said quietly.

“It’s sweet that you’re worried about me,” Obi-Wan praised.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, little boy,” Obi-Wan said warmly. “I’ll see you soon. Be good.”

“Bye,” Anakin mumbled and let Qui-Gon end the call, setting the phone on the nightstand.

“Feel better?” Qui-Gon asked.

Anakin nodded, cuddling the bunny. “Story time? I don’t want to choose.”

“I did promise, didn’t I?” Qui-Gon stood from the bed and selected a book. “Is this one
alright?” he asked, holding up a book that read Angry Cookie . “You’ll like this one.”

Anakin snuggled up close to Qui-Gon as he opened the book. “‘Oooh. Not you again!’” Qui-
Gon said in an exaggerated voice, making Anakin giggle. “‘Close this book this very second,
you nosy noodle!’” Qui-Gon chuckled.

Anakin nuzzled into Qui-Gon’s chest as Qui-Gon continued reading about a rather angry
cookie who had had a very bad day.

Qui-Gon’s voice suddenly drifted off and the book was closed. “Are you falling asleep?”

Opening his eyes, Anakin peered up at Qui-Gon and nodded.

“Then I would say it’s bedtime,” Qui-Gon whispered. He picked up something from the
nightstand and pressed it to Anakin’s lips. Anakin immediately opened his mouth as a
pacifier was slowly pushed inside.

“Bedtime for little boys,” Qui-Gon said softly, running his fingers through Anakin’s still
damp curls. “And when Obi-Wan comes over, we’ll all get in bed together, okay?”

Anakin breathed through his nose, nodding.

“Good boy,” Qui-Gon praised and kissed Anakin’s forehead before leaving the bedroom.

Obi-Wan was pressed against Anakin’s back, breathing softly. Anakin opened his eyes to see
Qui-Gon facing him, also still sleeping. He didn’t know when they had come to bed and he
didn’t know what time it was, but it was perfect.

Almost perfect, anyway. His bladder was making a rather pressing need known. He tried hard
not to wiggle against Obi-Wan so he wouldn’t wake anyone. He thought about getting up to
go, but he was sandwiched between the two and there was no way he was going to be able to
move without one or both of them waking up.

Of course, that’s exactly why he was wearing the stupid diaper. He was just going to have to
do it. He bit down on the pacifier that was still somehow in his mouth and willed his body to
cooperate as he let himself go.

Warmth suddenly flooded the thick folds of cotton around his groin. He whined softly at the
now heavy and uncomfortable feeling in his diaper. He took out the pacifier and pushed
gently on Qui-Gon’s chest until he stirred awake.

“What is it, little one?” Qui-Gon whispered.

“I had an accident,” Anakin whimpered quietly.

“That’s okay,” Qui-Gon soothed. “Let’s get you changed.” He sat up and pulled Anakin with
him as they tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Anakin sat down on the bathroom floor and waited while Qui-Gon took out the supplies from
a drawer in the vanity.

“Did you notice Obi-Wan still holding you when you woke up?” Qui-Gon asked softly as
Anakin laid down, waiting for Qui-Gon.

Anakin nodded while Qui-Gon settled between his legs. Qui-Gon removed the velcro from
the diaper and rolled it up before throwing it away. “I’ll give you a choice: do we put a diaper
back on or the training pants?”

“But Obi-Wan will know what happened if I’m wearing something different,” Anakin
panicked a little.

“He’s not going to care about that, Ani,” Qui-Gon said, trying to reassure him. “But we can
put another diaper on.”

“Okay,” Anakin mumbled.

“Obi-Wan only cares that you’re taken care of and happy,” Qui-Gon continued, trying to
distract Anakin from the process. “But you’re very sweet to care so much about his
boundaries and limits.”

And just like that, the diaper was on with barely a complaint from Anakin.

“All set,” Qui-Gon said simply. “And now it’s time to go back to bed.”

Anakin soon found himself back in bed, snuggled up against Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon petting
his hair.

“Good morning, baby,” Obi-Wan murmured, kissing along the back of Anakin’s shoulders.
“Morning,” Anakin slurred as sleep slowly left him.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good,” Anakin mumbled with a small smile on his face.

“Should we get little boys ready for the day?” Qui-Gon whispered.

Anakin swallowed and nodded, knowing that meant little time was over and it was back to
being big again.

“Obi-Wan will be here when we get back,” Qui-Gon promised, standing from the bed. He led
Anakin to the bathroom where he immediately sat down on the floor, waiting patiently for
Qui-Gon to get everything ready.

Qui-Gon took out the brush used last night for Anakin’s spanking and Anakin’s stomach
twisted into knots at seeing it again.

“You’ll like this,” Qui-Gon promised as he knelt behind Anakin and began brushing his hair.

Anakin was still holding the plush bunny close to his chest as the brush combed through his
curls, getting out all the tangles and making it somehow a little more manageable.

“I do like that,” Anakin whispered.

“I know,” Qui-Gon laughed softly. “What do you say we get changed and then you can go
back to snuggling with Obi-Wan?”

“Okay,” Anakin agreed and set the bunny in his lap. He held up his hands, waiting for Qui-
Gon to remove the sweater.

“I have another present for you,” Qui-Gon said simply as he tugged off the oversize sweater.

“What is it?” Anakin grinned.

Qui-Gon took out the folded pile of clothes, which Anakin assumed were his pajamas, and
held up another very soft and much smaller sweater. One that would fit him a little better.

“I thought you might like something to help transition back,” Qui-Gon said, giving Anakin a
gentle smile.

A wide grin was plastered to Anakin’s face as he eagerly took the sweater from Qui-Gon’s
awaiting hands. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome, Ani,” Qui-Gon murmured and waited for Anakin to pull the sweater over
his head. “And now for the moment I know you’ve been waiting for…” he said, trailing off.
“Let’s get that diaper off.”

Anakin nodded and laid on the floor with zero hesitation as Qui-Gon sat between his legs.
The tear of the velcro echoed in the bathroom and soon Anakin was bottomless.
“No more accidents last night,” Qui-Gon praised and Anakin blushed furiously. “Maybe you
really are a big boy.” He handed Anakin his usual boxers and sat back.

Anakin sat up, wrinkling his nose at Qui-Gon’s tease and pulled his boxers back on. “No,” he
frowned. “Well, not all the time.”

“I know,” Qui-Gon said reassuringly. He held out Anakin’s pajama pants and waited for him
to put them on. “What do we think? Are we ready?”

Anakin nodded and started their game. “Emails.

“Bills,” Qui-Gon chuckled.

“Spreadsheets,” Anakin said after a pause of trying to think of adult things.

“Taxes.”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said with a crooked grin.

“That’s the most adult one yet,” Qui-Gon chuckled. “Do we need any more time?”

Anakin shook his head and stood from the floor, still holding the bunny. “Do you think he’ll
care if I keep holding this though?”

“You can ask him, but I don’t think he’s going to care,” Qui-Gon said easily. “Now,” he
cleared his throat. “Who am I?”

“Sir,” Anakin nodded.

“And what do you call Obi-Wan?”

“Daddy,” Anakin answered dutifully. The fluid transition of names was not always the
easiest, but it was nice to call Qui-Gon ‘Daddy’ in that specific scenario so they had made it
work for now.

“Good boy.” With that, Anakin followed Qui-Gon out of the bathroom and back to the bed
where Obi-Wan was sitting up.

“That’s a nice sweater,” Obi-Wan complimented, making room next to him so Anakin could
join.

“Sir got it for me,” Anakin grinned as he snuggled in next to Obi-Wan.

“Aren’t you lucky?” Obi-Wan smirked. “And who is this?” he asked, pointing to the plush
bunny.

“It’s you,” Anakin teased, holding it up for Obi-Wan to see. “Bunny-Wan.”

Qui-Gon let out a warm laugh at that. “He didn’t tell me he named it,” Qui-Gon defended,
looking at Obi-Wan. “But we did both agree it looks like you.”
“Oh, thank you,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “How very nice of you both.”

“It’s a compliment,” Anakin said simply.

“Hm,” Obi-Wan hummed and pressed a kiss to the top of Anakin’s head. “Did you get what
you needed last night?” he whispered as if Qui-Gon couldn’t hear and it was just the two of
them.

“Yes,” Anakin replied softly. “It was good.”

“I’m glad, baby,” Obi-Wan murmured.

“Can we stay a little longer?” Anakin asked.

“If it’s alright with Qui-Gon.”

“You are always welcome here,” Qui-Gon replied, his voice warm and inviting.

“Thank you, Sir,” Anakin smiled, clinging tightly to Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon snuggled in behind
him.
End Notes

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