Awww sightless bird is the cutest. Does Obi have a good time with fox at the shooting range? Do all the other Coruscant guards immediately love him?

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Flushing happily at the impressed whistle at his side, Obi-Wan lowered the blaster slowly as Thorn gently ruffled at his hair. “Well, fuck me kiddo, you’ve gotten even better at target practice. You hit twice the amount this time.” He stated.

Fox was just oozing smug pride at Obi-Wan’s other side as the rest of the Coruscant Guards happily chattered around them, some of them exchanging their prize from bets and others shouting praise Obi-Wan’s way.

Since it was Coruscant, there weren’t too many shiny’s among the CG and therefore most of them had been familiar with Obi-Wan already.

But a few faces were new and they had been properly fleeced by their older vode clearly by the grumbles he could hear.

Though, to be fair to them, they had never meet Obi-Wan and he was blind.

The concept of a blind person in a shooting range was clearly a bit beyond, even a Jedi.

This however had showed them not to underestimate Obi-Wan’s aim.

Out of forty shots, Obi-Wan had hit thirty, twice as many as Thorn said.

Fox had been carefully coaxing Obi-Wan into blaster practice from the day they meet, bringing the Initiate to the troopers blaster range as often as Obi-Wan could manage to visit.

It had been fun, Fox trusting a blaster in Obi-Wan’s hands and Obi-Wan trusting the instructions from both Fox and the Force to ensure he was shooting and hitting the right target.

And Obi-Wan had been improving, slowly and steadily.

Rex had been less sure about handing him a blaster, at least initially but had gotten over it when Obi-Wan had proved himself, shooting the targets the 501st had set up. After that, the captain had been more than happy to let Obi-Wan, under supervision, join target practice.

“Rex let me join the 501st,” He chirped before shifting, turning his head to Fox side, flushing slightly. “I wanted to show you want they taught me.” Obi-Wan admitted shyly.

A warm, gloved hand rested on his head, gently ruffling. “Well done verd’ika, I’m proud of you,” Fox stated softly at that, warm amusement filling him as Obi-Wan’s cheeks surely turned even darker. “Very proud.”

Shuffling slightly, Obi-Wan held the blaster out for Thorn to take.

It was a training blaster anyhow and slightly too big for Obi-Wan’s hands, he knew that Rex and Jesse were in the process of getting Obi-Wan his own, something a bit smaller and easier concealed.

Once the blaster was taken away, Obi-Wan pulled out his cane instead, reaching out with his free hand until he found Fox kama and then his belt, hanging on as he had done with Anakin earlier.

Fox instantly ran his hand gently over Obi-Wan’s cheek, thumb gently pulling at the scar tissue at his temple before settling on his shoulder, pulling him gently along.

That was another thing Obi-Wan liked about Fox, he never asked questions.

He seemed to just get it, that Obi-Wan required a hand sometimes, as independent as he was, sometimes he was tired and just needed the people around him to offer a hand without question.

And Force ‘seeing’ always made Obi-Wan tired.

But he wanted to show of off, he couldn’t help it.

He had been learning while away and he wanted to make Fox proud.

And he had!

“Lets go get you a hot chocolate and some nice, solid food, hmm?” Fox stated quietly, the thump of his helmet against his thigh a soothing sound to Obi-Wan.

He liked it when Fox didn’t wear his helmet, the vocoder always scrambled his voice.

Well, he liked it when most clones didn’t wear their helmets if he was honest but he knew why they had to, especially while out in the field.

But right here, not on duty, he was grateful that Fox wasn’t wearing his.

“A hot chocolate sounds good,” Obi-Wan agreed, pushing closer until he was tucked under Fox arm instead of the other simply holding his shoulder. “And bantha burgers?” He questioned hopefully.

There was a pause, filled only by the sounds of walking before Fox let out a loud sigh. “Alright, anyone not on duty or about to go on duty, we’re going to Dex. Get your asses into the skycar.” He called out, to several groans, mostly likely from those on duty, and a few people cheering with delight.

Obi-Wan grinned.

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gallusrostromegalus:

bakunawaa:

i love the word “buir” in mando’a coz it has an ending rhotic sound and

  • the words children use for parents usually have bilabials /m/,/b/,/p/+vowels coz consonants made in the front of the mouth tend to develop first. so they’re easier for toddlers to pic up
  • rhotics like /r/ harder to acquire. develop later in childhood

so like if u take in a foundling under 2-3 years (human standard) ur baby’s not saying buir its gonna be like boo, buh, buwi, buhi or whatever until it learns rhotics and thats just so goddamn.cute man

Headcanon: A common mando kid parental nickname is Bubu.

Imagine baby Boba toddling up to Jango and going “Bubu!” and Jango just.  Fuckign dying.

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Din needs some cuddles. Poor lonesome Din ;A;

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Well, this was a situation Din had never expected.

How he had ended up in an alcove with Paz Vizla of all people, pressed up against him with only their helmets and flightsuits on, he wasn’t sure.

And he didn’t want to know as he pressed his helmet plating to the man’s shoulder, curled up in the large lap.

The damn alpha had come out of nowhere, scruffing Din when he had been about to go take a warm shower and try and dispel the uncertainty lingering in his veins with… well anything.

Hell, he had been tempted to get some spotchka, drink himself silly.

Maybe he’d be able to forget the look on the kids face then as he was lead away by the scientist.

Maybe.

His stomach curdled with unease once more at the memory and he squirmed only for Vizla’s hand to suddenly return to the back of Din’s neck, thumb once more pressing on his scent gland.

Instantly, his muscles turned soft again, Din letting out a low, garbled whine of contentment.

Since his father passed, no one had done this to him and Paz was being so respectful, his hands never going too low or trying to find skin.

No, the alpha kept his hands on fabric and kept them out of any intimate zones and while the removal of the gloves had almost gotten Din out of his skin at first, he had relaxed as Paz did something to him that no one else had in years.

Well, except that one time a bounty figured it out and had tried to take advantage of Din, but he’d driven his blade into the fuckers guts for trying, his instincts screaming at him with an unfamiliar alpha touching him.

Paz however was not an unfamiliar alpha.

For all the agitation and the almost fight, Paz was as familiar as the Armorer, a part of the pack, something that had been there since Din was rescued from the droids when his mother and father died, since his buir took him in, since he went into training.

Always steady and always there.

And safe in this moment.

Din was not a small man.

He knew he was lanky and he had muscles to match but compared to the alpha, whose lap he was sitting in, Din actually felt small.

Especially with that hand holding the back of his neck, scruffing him to release hormones and the other hand rubbing up and down Din’s back.

Through their kutes, Din could feel how warm the other was and for a wild moment, he almost wished to take his helmet off to press his cheek to the others chest.

The sensations were almost enough to put Din to sleep.

His rest had not been good, not since he gave up the child to the Imp. His instincts had been clawing and screaming at him, for giving up a child to someone that would hurt him for sure.

But in Paz lap, curled up into the alpha with the slow, gentle touches that had him tensing in the start…

It was different, his body was relaxing and his mind was filling with static.

Eyes blurry he peered at the blue cuirass resting beside them, Paz having removed all his armor to do this. He wondered how many had seen Paz out of his armor like this or at the very least, how many had been curled up into the man without the armor.

Not many Din suspected.

It felt nice to be one of the few, even if he knew that it was because he was an omega and the covet was on edge due to the revelation. No one would of course stop him from being a bounty hunter, but it was harder to let go of an omega alone into the galaxy he knew, when they were so few.

Every member, beta, alpha or omega, hurt them and they could ill afford to loose even one.

But an omega was guaranteed to carry, to give more than one youngling to the covet, loosing someone that could give more members were always worse.

Din remembered someone crudely once putting it as ‘you only need one bull among the cows for calves to be born.’ and while crude, the analog was right.

And Din…

He had wanted, lonely heats with only himself and his pathetic nest in the Razor Crest, he’d imagine sometimes even as he tried not to.

They’d let him go, as he always did, but they’d try to entice him back quicker, to help him find someone to bond to, be it platonic or romantic.

Din got it, he really did, omegas like him weren’t made for lonesomeness, not really, his mind craved the closeness of another person, someone to hold and cuddle as he forced himself forward. But the covet had needed him more.

“Are you still awake, beroya?” Paz rumbled, voice low but soft, cutting through Din’s thoughts.

Closing his eyes, Din just gave a sleepy noise, whining slightly when Paz hand on his spine paused.

There was a quiet chuckle, Paz shifting slightly against the wall as his hand went back to the steady rub.

Just for a little while, Din would let himself have what he craved, some pack contact.

And then he’d do his duty.

This was the way.

LightThroughCracks — Obi-Wan has a relapse (love all your fics!!!!)

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Rushing through the hall as quickly as he dared, Anakin’s eyes darted left and right, cursing Dinvaka for ruining Anakin’s comm link during sparring.

It had been an accident, the older wookie padawan had apologized again and again but that didn’t make the current situation any better.

‘I need a council master. I need Master Plo, or Depa, or Yaddle, o-or Mace!’ Anakin’s thoughts were racing, even as he tried not to catch the attention of everyone. He knew that was a mote point though, everyone clearly realized something was up.

But were keeping a distance as Anakin was clearly looking for someone.

Finally, finally, Anakin spotted a very familiar, purple cloak with gold trimmings.

Saying karking it to manners, Anakin raced forward and grasped the kel dors hand, staring up with wide eyes.

He knew that Plo was most likely leaving the temple, since he was wearing the robe, but he was the first council member Anakin had found.

At the very least, Plo would be able to get into contact with someone else if his own excursion was more important.

Plo of course turned instantly at the grip, familiar with Anakin’s behavior and always accepting of it, a greeting on his lips under his mask that died when he spotted the building panic in Anakin. He knelt down, resting his hands on the blond’s shoulders. “Anakin?” He murmured.

Tugging, Anakin nodded the way he had come. “Master Plo, thank the Force,” He gasped out, “Obi-Wan. Its Obi-Wan.” He whispered, in a faint attempt to have some privacy even as his eyes filled with moisture, trying not to start crying.

Jedi had too good of a hearing, he didn’t want everyone to know that Obi-Wan was ill again.

Unable to see Plo’s eyes with his goggles, Anakin still knew that the others eyes had lit up with understanding, the man standing quickly. “Lead the way.” He murmured seriously.

With a council master following him, no one else did and Anakin couldn’t help but breath out in relief, even as he moved as quickly as he could without running.

Thankfully, Plo’s long legs meant he easily kept up. “What happened Anakin?” Plo questioned, his claws a gentle grip on Anakin’s softer hand, his mind suspecting but hoping that he was wrong.

“Me and Obi-Wan were going to dinner but then he felt bad and… and its best if you see it yourself.” Anakin swallowed thickly, fighting his tears as he pulled the kel dor along.

It would be amusing, the tiny human pulling the tall kel dor along, if it wasn’t so serious.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of walking quickly, Anakin ducked in to a smaller hall, less used and then into a darkened alcove Plo faintly remembered having benches in his youth.

And in the alcove, sitting on the floor, Obi-Wan was curled up against the wall, robe puddled around him as the redhead breathed shakily into his legs. H

e might have been hyperventilating at one point, Plo suspected, with how hard the other was breathing into the legs he had pulled to his chest, his face hidden into the fabric.

Yet when he heard Anakin, he lifted his face long enough for Plo to see the reddened, teary eyes.

“Oh… Oh Obi-Wan.” Plo breathed out into his mask, the hissing sound heard clearly into the alcove.

Obi-Wan flinched at the sound, curling even more up into his legs as he pressed his face into his legs, hiding away as his shame and self-loathing practically oozed off him in waves.

Pressing his hand to Anakin’s shoulder, Plo gave him the best smile he could then pressed his comm link into the Tatooian boy’s hands. “Alright, I need you to contact Healer Che. Then you need to speak with Master Windu, can you do that for me Anakin? Tell them that Obi-Wan is having an incident and that I will be bringing him to his old room.” He stated quietly.

Anakin, clearly worried, nodded, stepping back to give the two older Jedi privacy.

He knew Obi-Wan didn’t like seeing him like this and instead, sniffling slightly, Anakin focused on his own task of contacting the people Plo asked him to.

Inside the alcove, Plo knelt down slowly, settling one hand on Obi-Wan’s head, brushing past the flimsy shields of the others head.

The moment he had laid eyes on Obi-Wan, he had been rather certain that the other was having a relapse.

Now, inside Obi-Wan’s mind, he knew.

But this time, instead of leaning on the bond between himself and his padawan, Obi-Wan had fully withdrawn into himself, in an attempt to avoid harming his padawan.

Creating a backlash, his own emotions looping in the Force.

Stroking the copper tresses slowly, Plo let out a deep, crooning noise as he pressed his shields between Obi-Wan and the world, watching him slump to the wall. “Oh Obi-Wan, its alright child. It will be alright.” He murmured worriedly.

Obi-Wan let out a soft, broken noise, seemingly out of energy as he rested against the wall.

But he was tilting his head into the touch, blinking slowly up at Plo.

Trusting and open, accepting help.

“It will be alright.” Plo repeated, soft as he heard Anakin talk with Yaddle, the healers on the way.

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