I’ve been reading way too much Mandalorian fanfic lately so i made this for Cloud__Chaser’s wonderful story, Oya Mand’alor!
I’m not 100% satisfied with it but i got lazy towards the end… and if the way i color seems to change from one drawing to another, that’s because i have no idea how to do color with anything other than watercolor (also i hate metal. i HATE it.)
So um, confession time… I’ve had a few lousy weeks, chronic pain has basically been eating me due to pressure changes in the weather and stuff like that, with winter turning to spring and um, I haven’t written as much as I should have, I’ve been trying but between not sleeping enough and being dazed and trying to do all my household chores and then I had a minor mental episode that I worked thorugh but left me with less time and energy on top of the chronic pain… I just haven’t been in the best of shapes these last few weeks basically.
So I only got two stories for tomorrow and nothing else for the rest of the week, just so you all know.
21. Doll/Mannequin from the Gore meme with bonus Sith!Anakin o3o
“Look at my Obi-Wan. Isn’t he pretty?”
Someone asked for the art Docile Doll is based on and I aim to please! Reblog it once more it is with the fic tag so everyone can see it with the story line lol.
Glancing up as he heard the door, Yan smiled as Obi-Wan rubbed at his eyes, his plushie wrapped up in his other arm.
After this many years, with Obi-Wan being a full adult now with a beard, the sight should not be endearing but…
Ah, Yan was a foolish old man and seeing Obi-Wan, hair mussed from sleep, still drowsy and his pjs wrinkled from sleep still gave him a sting of nostalgia from the earliest days when he started caring for the redhead.
He opted not to comment on that though, instead rising from the couch and setting his pad away, novel marked on the page he left off on. “Good morning Obi-Wan, did you make your bed?” He questioned quietly.
He could never tell what kind of day his grandson would have, if it be the kind where he’d be sensitive to everything and anything or if it be what people would consider ‘normal’. So Yan treated every day as if it was a sensitive day, just until he knew for sure.
Dropping his hand, the large blue sleeve coming down over it, Obi-Wan gave him a sleepy smile and a nod. “Mhmm. Good morning grandpa.” He greeted in return, moving over to the man and pausing in front of him.
Chuckling, Yan leaned down and pressed an affectionate kiss to the other’s forehead, grasping him by the shoulder to guide him to the kitchen. “Good, I will be peeking in while you shower after breakfast, just so you know.” He tacked on warningly, smiling more when Obi-Wan just hummed in answer, clearly not concerned.
Habits and routines were important for Obi-Wan well being and to ensure the layout of his day, it was why Yan reminded him of things, just in case as falling out of them could be a tad damaging to Obi-Wan.
But thankfully, Obi-Wan tended to stick to them pretty well, it could only become messy if something prevented him from doing things in the order he was used to. “What kind of breakfast would you like today?” Yan changed the subject a tad, glancing to the redhead as he pushed Obi-Wan to the kitchen table with a gentle hand.
Sitting down, Qui settled in his lap so he could have his hands free, Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “Nothing… mushy please.” He requested, his lip curling a tad with disgust.
Rubbing his chin at that, Yan glanced at the kitchen before letting out a small hum. ‘So its a texture day… good to know.’ He mused before smiling. “Well then, how about toast, some cured meat and an apple?” He questioned as he moved to flip on the water boiler, knowing at the very least that he wanted tea. None of the food he mentioned were mushy, so hopefully those would fly as they needed to restock their fridge.
Obi-Wan perked up at that. “Sounds lovely, though if we have some gouda, I’d like that too. What kind of tea are you making?” He watched Yan move about.
“I was thinking of just doing a black tea and adding some cream to mine. I can make some for you too,” Yan answered, smiling when Obi-Wan nodded eagerly. “As for the cheese…” Yan peeked into the fridge. “Yes, there is a small wedge left, you can have it if you want.” He smiled warmly, pulling out the cured meats he knew they had, placing it and the cheese platter on the counter.
Obi-Wan nodded happily. “Sounds lovely, I’ll have my tea bare.” He stated happily, settling in his chair to wait, absently fiddling with Qui’s ears as he peered at the faux ‘window’ of the kitchen that Yan had set to show the temple’s water garden.
All in all, just a normal morning for them and Yan couldn’t be anything but grateful for it as he prepared breakfast for himself and his grandson.
According to Fett, the former Hutt palace was a skughole but…
Honestly, as Paz got to enjoy a water shower on a timer, he had to say that ever since they had to flee Mandalore, he hadn’t been in a more luxurious place than he was that moment.
Maybe Din had, Din was their beroya, he traveled the galaxy but from what he had learned from Din, he often opted to stay in his ship, the destroyed Razor Crest he used to have.
This palace, now Fett Palace despite the alpha’s strained hold on it for now, had actual food to feed an army, could have fed the entire Covert for at least a week or two. It had water for days, fresh, clean water, enough to take literal water showers and on a planet like Tatooine, that was a luxury few could afford.
Paz had seen the water vapors behind the palace of course, he imagined that most of the water for the shower came from those. He had heard one of the working people Fett had hired in say that the water that collected in those vapors weren’t good for drinking.
Something about the positions of the vapors and a mist?
Chemicals in the ground?
But it was fine for showering and if you cooked it first, boiled it safe, you could still drink it and use it for food prep.
Fett however seemed content to use it for showering.
Fennec had told Paz that his and Din’s room were actually one of the few with the connection to the water line. It wasn’t for everyone and it made Paz once more grateful to the alpha for providing such a luxury.
Din… needed it.
Taking a shower in your helmet was never fun with a sonic, it tended to leave you rattled and Paz had managed to gently coax the other into the shower after a day when the funk of his kute started to layer.
Not something he was used to from the beroya, the covert as a people used to wearing armor all the time were hygienic by necessity, no one wanted to smell like a hutt on a warm day after all. But with the lack of his child, Din…
Well, he ate, he drank, sparred with either him, Fennec or Fett with a tad of coaxing and he moved on his own, Paz wasn’t going to ask for miracles.
Helping the other shower hadn’t been bad either.
They both kept on their helmet and shorts, both of them a tad awkward over the nudity despite Paz desire to court the other. But with the shorts on, it was easier, carefully washing Din’s back, arms, chest and legs.
The only strange time had been when Paz lingered on the others scent and bonding glands, Din turning still beneath his touch as Paz fingertips stroked slowly over the warm, slightly swollen areas.
Paz had wondered then, if he took of his helmet, would Din have too?
But the moment had passed and Paz had quietly pulled back, telling Din that he was stepping out so Din could wash his hair on his own.
Having removed his helmet for his child, well, as Paz said, the foundlings were the future. To remove it now…
Din would have to figure out his own balance, his own stride and path.
Just like Paz was doing.
The Covert, their covert, was no more, they had to start anew and coming out into the world, Paz had learned there were more options, more ways of being a mandalorian. Ways that seemed… not easier but maybe more fulfilling?
It would certainly make touch starvation easier to handle he mused to himself as he tipped his head up to rinse the soap out of his hair, hearing the beep of his timer. That meant there was five minutes left of water.
Best rinse everything, so he didn’t have to take a sonic too.
Mentally sighing, Paz worked swiftly, rinsing out all soap from skin and hair, rubbing at his curling hair.
Then he paused, the tight curls of his hair around his fingers, the image of Din sitting on the bed, Paz in front of him on the floor, letting Din braid his hair. The image made his mouth dry, staring thoughtlessly at the shower tiles as the water continued spraying down on him.
It was a… domestic thought and image and Paz could swear he could almost feel Din’s hands in his hair, the omega’s slender hands would be good for braiding, he’d seen the other do it for some of the younglings of the covert sometimes.
Gentle fingers, low humming of a battle song, Paz leaning back into the touch he could almost feel despite being in the shower, the scene so real in his head.
Paz let his eyes close, savoring the mental image even as his mind didn’t provide Din a face.
He knew enough to know that Din’s skin was a beautiful and natural tan from his hands and that he had rich brown hair that was at least long enough to curl around his ears, the hairs left om the hairbrush giving him that info.
The details of the other’s face was left vague, but his voice, the feel of gentle but skilled fingers, the touch of calluses from weapon training…
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