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Is Obi okay in lupinecopper?

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The day was cold and windy but Qui-Gon couldn’t help but be grateful it was finally morning as he slung his and Obi-Wan’s combined packs on this back and then carefully lifted his lupine padawan up, carrying him gingerly in his arms as Obi-Wan snuffled and whined softly.

It had taken him a full day to find someone to actually help Obi-Wan and another day to find transport back to Coruscant that would take them.

The two first medics he had found that had been contacted had no idea how to treat a werewolf in their wolf form, one had been a vet, the fourth was a prejudiced asshole that Qui-Gon refused to let touch Obi-Wan but finally, finally they had found someone that could help Obi-Wan.

An older lady with greenish tinted hair and dark skin that hinted to her at least partly plant alien of some sort instead of a full baseline human.

And Qui-Gon had learned something new about his padawan while she examined and treated him.

Forceful transformations were things made of shock, often a survival move as not every werewolf or honestly, most werewolves were not Force sensitive, Obi-Wan being one of the few rare ones. But because they were forceful, often far outside of the normal change of the werewolf in question, they were often locked in their canine forms for a long time instead of turning back as they normally did.

Qui-Gon also learned from her that the moon didn’t actually have much to do with the transformation and that was a happy coincidence most of the time, the transformation schedule had more to do with the werewolf themselves.

And that also explained why Obi-Wan could transform at will as Qui-Gon often had him transform to either train or play.

A person that rejected the wolf inside them would also have a much harder time transforming and their body would demand more transformation because they didn’t let the wolf inside of themselves out to ‘play’ as the medic stated.

Well, after she told Qui-Gon that her own grandson often peed on her foot to mark his ‘territory’ and pack.

Qui-Gon was very happy Obi-Wan hadn’t done that in their quarters!

Canine piss just line feline piss had a very… ah… aromatic scent to it, pungent and hard to ignore, especially if it was allowed to linger.

Thankfully, she had treated Obi-Wan’s fever and a few jarred bones and torn muscles his poor pup had gotten, along with blistered skin beneath the fur and Obi-Wan was still on some fever reducers for a few days as he still wasn’t completely fine.

But their ship home had come so it couldn’t be helped that Qui-Gon carried his padawan out into the windy condition, snow crunching under his feet as he made his way towards the parking berth of the outgoing ships.

‘Its honestly lucky they so easily accepted that I had a wolf with me, I was worried we’d be stuck here.’ Qui-Gon mused to himself. He had steadily felt like they were wearing out their welcome as the news got around that Obi-Wan was a werewolf and not just Qui-Gon’s ‘dog’ and he was rather happy to be leaving, especially as he noticed side eyes and glares from under hoods.

Nothing he hadn’t felt before, Jedi got that sometimes.

But he’d rather not have Obi-Wan in danger.

Obi-Wan whined softly, snuffling his snout in under Qui-Gon’s arm towards his armpit, a fuzzy sensation of ‘cold’ echoing through their muffled bond. “Its alright Obi-Wan, almost there now,” Qui-Gon murmured, hefting him a bit up and murmuring quick apology when Obi-Wan let out a pained whine. “When we get home, you can pull out a full box of the treats Yan sent you, how about that?” He continued, speaking softly to distract.

Obi-Wan went quiet before a fuzzy thought came along their bond accompanied with hope. ‘Two?’

Chuckling faintly, shoulders lowering slightly as the berth finally came into view, Qui-Gon resisted the urge to squeeze his sore padawan. “Oh alright, two. But only two padawan.” He teased gently, chuckling more when Obi-Wan’s tail wagged over his arm.

In secret we carry, is the baby okay?!

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The bridge of the Negotiator was full of people and yet no one spoke, laughed or joked, the troopers all focused on their tasks with a gloomy atmosphere leaving them all with the reluctance to break the silence.

Not that it was fully silent, considering all the machines working or the squeak of boots on durasteel floor, that be impossible.

But no one was making more noise than they could avoid and no one was speaking.

All of them were too consumed with the knowledge of what had happened to their General.

And no one was more effected than Commander Cody, the man standing silent as a statue with his arms crossed over his chest.

Several sent worried glances at their vod but knew better than to disturb him, Cody didn’t deal well with emotional turmoil, it made him snappish and therefore they left him be until he was ready to speak to someone.

And right now, every last living person on the Negotiator was severely emotionally compromised.

The General had miscarried on their way to Kuat, the loss of blood and the pain he had gone through setting his recovery back by weeks.

A pale and bleak Helix had come to the bridge to inform them only hours ago, blood on the back of his hand that Waxer had quietly cleaned. Helix had stared at his hand in horror even after the blood had been cleaned off his dark skin, as if he could still see it and when Waxer had noticed there was blood under Helix nails, he had quietly requested some leave to help the poor man.

What else could Cody say than yes, especially after learning that General Skywalker was sitting with Obi-Wan, observing him and keeping an eye.

When Helix looked like a stiff breeze could tip him over end, his eyes too wide and haunted, looking more like a shiny that had lost their entire batch on the first battle?

No, Cody wasn’t that heartless and Waxer was the best choice for someone when they needed care, Waxer was naturally nurturing and gentle, it was one of the reasons Numa had become so attached to him after all.

Hemolytic disease Helix had said while standing there in a shock as Waxer cleaned his hands, that the General’s baby had a different blood type than the General, something about Rh factors and plus and minus blood. It went over Cody’s head if he was honest but he had listened while Helix had spoken in slurred words.

The explanation hadn’t been good enough for Cody to really understand.

What he did know was that due to different blood, the baby didn’t make it, the General miscarried.

Cody wasn’t sure what to feel about any of it.

Because he knew his General.

One one hand, it made everything easier, nature had taken its own decision.

But on the other hand, it took the decision out of Obi-Wan’s hands.

After everything that had happened, that was what had been so important, it was why the high council had agreed to send the General away to Kuat, Cody knew that from General Skywalker, that the council was considering Obi-Wan’s recovery, not just the physical but the mental as well.

And now it was out of his hands.

Cody wasn’t sure what Obi-Wan would have decided, he liked to say that he knew his General well but a decision like this?

No, Cody wasn’t sure what Obi-Wan would have in the end decided, to keep it or not.

Now it didn’t matter.

What mattered now was what had happened and what they were going to do about it.

Because the end result was this, Obi-Wan was still going through all the traumatic osik that had happened… but this time he wouldn’t be alone.

Cody had been angry before, he had been hurt and it had backfired.

He was allowed to be hurt and angry but he couldn’t leave the General alone to cope in all of his misery. Because in the end, it would drown the poor man and Cody… Cody had already had a taste of what things would be like if Obi-Wan was gone.

He couldn’t handle that again.

If he was to loose his General, he’d go down with him this time.

That wasn’t a healthy mindset, Cody knew that, but he knew he wasn’t the only trooper that thought that way, many vode with Jedi commanders would rather die than watch the Jedi die.

A clone didn’t have many rights, many possessions and to have a Jedi General… to be listened to and to have them look at you like you really were a person when others thought you were just useless cannon fodder, a flesh droid… well, it was what made the troopers cling so tightly to their Jedi.

Being left behind by the person that listened to them, that believed in them and cared for them…

There was nothing worse and Cody couldn’t handle going through that again, especially not if he was to receive the pitying glances from other commanders.

It was one of the reasons he had reacted so coldly to the news that Obi-Wan was alive, to see the pity of others and go through the grief as he had only to know that Obi-Wan had been alive the entire time?

That he had willingly put Cody through that sense of loss?

Well, a bad reaction.

A bad decision, despite remaining professional.

Cody’s mistake.

He’d correct it now and sooth the hurt he had caused because Cody knew that Obi-Wan would need them now and… and he so badly wanted to be there for him as long as Obi-Wan allowed it.

‘When he wakes up… I’ll go to him. I’ll apologize… and I’ll be there.’ Cody breathed out heavily, grateful for his helmet covering his expression as he finally came to a decision.

Obi-Wan getting the news broken to him in worried alpha father?

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Stiffly with practically mechanical movements, Obi-Wan continued dressing himself, tucking his tunic and carefully wrapping the sash as his mind kept repeating the words of the medic.

Potentially unable to bear cubs.

Potentially infertile thanks to injury.

Potentially risk of severe trauma to body if he should become pregnant.

Potential high risk of miscarriage.

The words, he understood them, but they refused to sink in.

Hell, Qui-Gon and Anakin had both been there, holding a hand each as the medic nervously explained to Obi-Wan what the injuries had done to his body.

Thanks to bacta, externally, there were no injuries but his insides…

Obi-Wan had taken damage, his body knew it even if the evidence were gone and he had no idea what to do with the information he now had. He had, occasionally, thought about cubs.

When Anakin laughed or the sun shone over his wavy hair, Obi-Wan had thought about cubs with the same bright laugh or halo like hair, with wide eyes and freckles over their faces.

He had thought about the swell of his belly, of Anakin’s hands resting on it, about the stretchmarks he’d have to carry afterward, about how his body would change and how Anakin might react to it all.

All those thoughts were now scattered.

Because Obi-Wan’s body might not be able to handle even one pup, might not even allow for a pregnancy at all.

And what was worse, his body not conceiving at all or losing the fetus if he did become pregnant.

The door to the medical room opened, interrupting his thoughts and Obi-Wan turned towards it, his neck still too stiff from the crash to turn his head alone.

In the doorway, Qui-Gon stood, smiling sadly with a blue blanket over his arm that Obi-Wan would normally ask where the other had gotten from. “I see you’re almost done dressing.” He stated, a tad unnecessarily but Obi-Wan still nodded in agreement, watching tiredly as his master came over.

The alpha peered down at him, glancing over the items he was wearing, most likely taking stock.

Very few of their things had survived the crash, Obi-Wan’s belt and boots had been destroyed, burned in the crash but his tunic had survived and Anakin had loaned him a pair of pants since the blond alpha’s things had survived.

Qui-Gon on the other hand was still wearing the same outfit as he had crashed in, holes in the tunic exposing it even if the blood had been washed away. The older Jedi had lost everything except what he had on him.

Opening his mouth when the silence started to become unbearable, Obi-Wan let out a startled noise as Qui-Gon wrapped the blue blanket around the omega’s shoulders, carefully tucking it around him until it was fully wrapped around Obi-Wan.

And as the alpha did, Obi-Wan’s breath hitched because from the blanket, the scent of Qui-Gon and Anakin rose, wrapping him in the comfort of those he trusted, his pack.

The blanket itself was warm already and soft, made of some sort of wool that felt comforting against what exposed skin it touched.

The two must have rubbed it against their own skin to soak the scents in and Obi-Wan felt his breath come out in a little keening whine that instantly had Qui-Gon wrapping his arms around him, the other moving his injured arm gingerly, still sore even if he no longer wore the sling.

“I can’t carry you… but you can still be a comfort blanket burrito pup.” Qui-Gon whispered into his ear, holding around him carefully.

Shuddering, Obi-Wan pressed into his master’s warm chest, the scent of his future mate and his master wrapped around him, silently crying, overwhelmed and exhausted.

Can we get some soft codywan if baby face?

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Slowly massaging the Jedi’s knuckles with the minty cream, Cody glanced up and then down several times.

It was a tick at this point, a need to reassure himself that Obi-Wan was not becoming uncomfortable with his touch but to be fair, Cody knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t actually say that he was uncomfortable.

His body would give away if he was, which was why Cody was paying close attention ever since he had taken over the task.

What task you might ask?

Obi-Wan, like the rest of the captives at the hand of the sicko, had suffered some muscle and nerve damage, in their hands and feet particularly, though some of the longest captives had damages that spread further through their systems.

But all of them could recover, with therapy and help.

One of the suggested therapies were massages with a particular kind of cream that Kix had come by with when Cody had offered to help the Jedi.

On the other beds, the rest of the teens were getting their own help from troopers they had come to trust, all of them slowly getting their hands or feet carefully rubbed in.

Even Ahsoka was helping out, cheerfully chatting with Kan while rubbing in the zabrak’s wrist, her lekkus curling in joy as he made the older teen laugh at whatever story she was telling as she worked the cream in.

To be fair, Kix and Helix together had showed them all how the cream was to be rubbed in for best effect, which motions to use and as long as the former captives could see what the troopers were doing, no one was getting upset.

Cody did notice that Fives was often pausing while helping Nir-Na, the young twi’lek often flinching when his fingers brushed the scars that should have been her toes.

Obi-Wan had not been the only one punished with toe removal and Nir-Na’s scars were far older than Obi-Wan’s fresh ones.

But the trauma connected to them were still clinging heavy to her.

It made Cody proud to see Fives taking it as carefully as possible, to help Nir-Na as best he could.

They may not have had childhoods themselves, but they knew how to act around traumatized younglings still.

They knew how to be kind.

“You do,” Cody blinked, looking back at Obi-Wan when the Jedi spoke. The redhead was smiling softly at him, a far shade from his usual smile but still a smile that made Cody feel… well, not happy but at least a minor sense of contentment. “You all know how to be kind.” Obi-Wan explained.

Flushing, Cody went back to slowly massaging Obi-Wan’s left hand, working the cream into the knuckle and working it steadily into the skin, feeling the callouses from lightsaber work and minor scars Obi-Wan had in his hands.

It was an interesting experience, the callouses of a Jedi very different from a brother.

“The bond is letting you see some of my thoughts huh?” He mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

He got a soft hum of agreement. “Only because you haven’t closed the door so to speak. Once I manage to teach you how to do it, you can keep me out of your mind, just like I am doing with you. Sometimes though your thoughts floats across the bond.” He explained quietly.

“Huh.” Cody nodded, working down to the others wrist, rubbing in small, tight circles.

He could feel Obi-Wan’s pulse like this.

It was a steady thing, slow and steady and somehow that was even more reassuring than anything else.

Cody’s nightmares had been many these last months, since Obi-Wan was captured and then recovered.

Sleep was a harsh mistress and to have the man back in sight, to feel the steady pulse…

It was a better balm than anything Cody could think of.

Wrist done, Cody opened his mouth only to pause when Obi-Wan automatically turned his hand around, offering his palm up to his commander.

Glancing up, the two stared at each other before Cody smiled and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, the keldabe kiss making Obi-Wan smile in return.

It was an intimate touch and that demagolka Zavaza had not despoiled and Cody would take any moment to reassure his Jedi that the man was safe.

Obi-Wan had so long to go.

So much recovery to go through, the muscles he had to recover, the nerves that needed healing, the removal of the fetus and his damaged, amputated toes, which Cody wasn’t sure if his Jedi needed a prosthetic cap.

And then there was the mental and emotional trauma Obi-Wan had gone through, the rape, the forced cannibalism, captivity and kidnapping as a man tried to brainwash him into joining a cult and carry a baby.

Cody wasn’t sure how Obi-Wan was going to recover, how long it would take.

But he knew that he was going to be there every step of the way, he was going to follow his General as long as Obi-Wan allowed it to ensure the others health.

The pale hand he had been rubbing slowly squeezed around his wrist, both Cody and Obi-Wan pausing as they peered each other in the eyes.

Whatever the future would bring, they’d face it together.

‘I don’t know what we are or what we could be… but I know I’m there for you as your friend, regardless of anything else. Nothing and no one will change that fact. I’m your friend.’ Cody noted, watching how a small smile bloomed on Obi-Wan’s lips.

And as the smile bloomed, so did the hope in Obi-Wan’s eyes.

In to me you belong, I couldn’t help but notice that the ptsd issues happened the moment Vader mentioned “what happens to unmated omegas on Tatooine.” Did something happen to Obi-Wan while he was in heat? Maybe his first heat after he stopped being able to get suppressants, and he didn’t realize it was coming and got caught off guard?

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It had been his first week on Tatooine, after handing Luke over to the Lars.

Obi-Wan, having spent all his life ignoring his true designation, had hit his first heat ever and despite it only being a pre-heat as he was now firmly off his medication, it had been enough to draw attention.

The worst of it was that he knew, he knew what could happen to omegas that were without family, pack or mate on Tatooine. It was not a friendly place for single omegas that didn’t have anyone to watch their backs.

Or were owned.

No slaver would be stupid enough to steal another slavers omega slave after all, the laws of the hutts in that regard had always been strict.

Or so Anakin had said.

But thinking about Anakin and all the thinks Obi-Wan knew thanks to him had hurt so much and he was already so dizzy due to the sun and the heat soaking into him along with the pain from loosing everything he had ever known.

And he still hadn’t found a place to call his own, had been mostly cantine diving while trying to scrounge up someone who was either selling property or knew of a property that was abandoned as Obi-Wan did not think he was in a shape to build anything.

He had actually half way been seriously considering just bunking in a cave out in the wastes at that point when he had finally heard about the hut at the edge of the waste that no one was living in and not even the hutts cared to water tax due to its difficult location.

After all, no one wanted to live out there.

He had managed to gather supplies, selling off of the last of the trinkets he had managed to get on the way to Tatooine for peggats and buy supplies for that money when it had happened.

An alpha, tall, clearly not baseline human with how big they were, had grabbed him by the forearm while leering down at him as he pushed Obi-Wan’s hood down to get a good look at him, commenting about how sweetly he smelled in among all the sand, like a flower.

Obi-Wan had tried to get away, tried to tell the man to buzz off in not so many words while also trying not to get any attention by acting out violently or using the Force.

Not that he needed to bother, everyone was already looking away.

The scene too familiar, too normal on Tatooine for anyone to pay him much attention except for a few, sympathetic but relieved omegas.

Sympathetic to his situation but relieved it wasn’t them as they hurried away in the blistering sun.

No alpha or beta cared for this off-worlder omega enough to get into trouble for them and no omega would risk gaining the attention of an aggressive and lusty alpha for a stranger even as their scent turned sickly sweet in an attempt to ward off the unwanted alpha.

Not on Tatooine where omegas were considered second-rate citizens at best and yet coveted at the same time, selling for twice as many baseline alphas or betas. And if they were exotic in any manner, a slave trader could luck out and get set for life as many wanted a status symbol an exotic omega brought.

Like a redheaded omega.

The pheromones of the alpha had been overwhelming, Obi-Wan had never had them directed so viciously at him before as he struggled and tried to get away only to scream in shock as teeth found his mating gland so violently, the large alpha brutally marking him the moment he saw the red hair.

Obi-Wan’s mind grew… fuzzy after that.

He only remembered waking up, days later, trapped under a large, muscled body, covered in slick, hickeys, semen and blood, his mating gland long ago scabbed over.

Weaving a Force suggestion on the snoring alpha, Obi-Wan had weakly managed to squirm out from under him, tears streaming silently down his face as he healed his mating gland with a shaking hand, using the first technique Qui-Gon had taught him once they learned Obi-Wan was an omega.

The technique every omega in particular were taught in the temple.

How to heal a bonding gland and erase an unwanted mating bond from someone that had taken you.

And now he was in front of another, dangerous, violent alpha, regardless if the Sith was purring calmly at him, despite knowing this alpha, Obi-Wan would not, could not trust him. ‘Qui-Gon, help me.’ He cried into the Force, pressing up against the door behind him as Vader continued watching him with those toxic, once so beautiful eyes of his.

Eyes that had belonged to Obi-Wan’s sweet Anakin.

Anakin, who Obi-Wan could trust.

Had always trusted.

Does Palpatine have time to make Obi-Wan cry? If so… how? What does he do to our poor boy?

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Getting over the shock of realizing that the Chancellor himself was the very Sith lord they had been hunting, the man he had let Anakin go to even as a young man had been a hard one to Obi-Wan, dazed and frozen him at the same time.

He hadn’t even put up a struggle as the chains slowly but steadily got pulled up until he was standing on his feet with his hands now restrained to the wall.

He couldn’t… wrap his head around the fact that the Chancellor of the Republic, the man Anakin had once trusted, the highest power in the Republic and supposed leader of them was the Sith.

The one they had hunted.

The one Anakin had gone to for advice for so long.

Oh, Obi-Wan felt sick to his stomach, the throbbing of his head nothing against the throbbing in his heart as he thought of what his brother and friend would think once he learned this.

Palpatine caught sight of his face and laughed, his voice a low cackle, sliding over Obi-Wan’s skin like oil on water.

It left him disgusted even as he pressed his chapped lips together.

“A fitting expression though the lack of sound is bothering me Kenobi, I thought you were known for your sass.” The Chancellor and Sith leered at him.

Obi-Wan said nothing, didn’t know what to say.

This was not like meeting Dooku, Ventress or even Grievous in the field.

There was familiarity in them, the knowledge of what they wanted and that it wasn’t pure evil, the knowledge that if push came to shove, Dooku would kill him before torture, that Ventress hated him because of how much he reminded her of her Jedi master, that Grievous saw Obi-Wan as his equal due to their battle prowess.

And all of them would give him death.

This man would not, the man in front of him…

Obi-Wan knew what he was going to do.

The knowledge didn’t make what was about to happen any better to bear. The knowledge that he was about to be tortured for his tears and Force knew what else the Sith would do.

When Ventress had tortured him, it had solely been about his pain and not his tears and the few times he had seen her even after the knowledge of his race had come out, she hadn’t seemed…

There had been no indication that she hungered after his tears.

And Dooku?

Obi-Wan knew that the man still had his tear.  ‘

It had been a strange thing, to stretch out to the tears he had cried, cautiously and finding one on the Count.

Like a token, a memory kept and hidden from others.

It was enough to make Obi-Wan aware that Dooku, for all other things, would be merciful and kill Obi-Wan.

Dragged out of his thoughts as his hair was gripped and his head bent back, Obi-Wan hissed in pain as his scalp stung, barely able to see the Chancellor from the corner of his eyes even as they remained dry.

He was too used to pain for this to break him.

“You must be aware how painfully difficult it is to get ones hands on your tears unless you’re a Jedi,” Palpatine said in a faux cheerful tone, his eyes glittering yellow as Obi-Wan felt a few hairs being ripped out of his scalp. “Yet I managed to get a few out of… hilts.” Palpatine smirked and Obi-Wan felt something mournful in his chest.

He knew what that implied.

Dead Jedi’s stolen sabers, his tears taken from the hilts.

He hissed as Palpatine shook his head, the throbbing of his head getting worse at it and yet he kept his eye on what little of Palpatine he could see. “And yet, to my shock, I found that your tears could not bleed, regardless how much darkness I put through it…they remained light.” Palpatine hissed at him and Obi-Wan couldn’t help a little broken but victorious laugh.

It cut off abruptly as Palpatine smirked, a slimy sensation settling in Obi-Wan’s gut only for horror to bloom at the next words. “But you have more body fluids than your tears star child.” Leaning in Palpatine whispered, the fetid heat of his breath washing over Obi-Wan’s cheek as the cold durasteel of a knife scraped almost lazily against Obi-Wan’s throat.

Unable to help himself, Obi-Wan felt himself tear up, trembling, his memory thrown back to darker days, to days when he was scared and broken.

He couldn’t help but think of Qui-Gon’s gentle hands and concerned eyes.

Of Anakin’s arms winded tightly around Obi-Wan, his chin on Obi-Wan’s head as he promised protection.

Of both of their sadness at Obi-Wan’s scars and how they’d feel about the scars Obi-Wan was about to gain, about the pain he’d endure.

Slowly, a tear tracked down his cheek and dripped as all his tears did, transforming midair with a soft sheen of light as the knife dug into his throat.

And so the Sith laughed at the pitiful display of the already tormented star child in his grasp.

‘Anakin… I’m sorry. I love you.’ Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut, gasping as Palpatine dug sharp metal and drew blood.

So in silkysatinbunny (which is adorable btw) why didn’t Qui-Gon deepen the bond? Is it because he has feelings for him and didn’t want him to realize, or some other reason?

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Sighing heavily as the holos of the council blinked out as the comm shut down, Qui-Gon ran his free hand over the back of his neck before pausing and looking down at his other hand, smiling slightly as Obi-Wan snuffled at his thumb and peered up with large eyes.

So far, no one had any idea what was going on with his padawan, the council being as shocked at the sight of the padawan turned bunny when Qui-Gon had explained to them but at least the fifteen year old was not panicking as much.

Honestly, Obi-Wan seemed mostly frustrated much to Qui-Gon’s amusement. “I guess we’ll just have to hang on and wait for tomorrows shuttle to Coruscant young one.” Qui-Gon noted quietly, running his fingertips over the silky fur.

Obi-Wan snuffled gently at his fingers, his wet and cold nose brushing Qui-Gon’s skin.

It was a ticklish sensation and Qui-Gon felt his smile widen a bit. He then glanced about the room, frowning a bit. “Hmm, I don’t think we have anything in room for you to eat Obi-Wan… are you hungry?” He questioned worriedly, letting out a breath when Obi-Wan gave that awkward head bob that Qui-Gon took for a nod. “Alright, lets go shop then. You also need somewhere to go to the bathroom after all…” He noted.

Their bond flamed up with shame and embarrassment at that, Obi-Wan clearly not having considered the fact that he couldn’t use the fresher.

Qui-Gon however wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, instead just picking up his robe once more and heading for the door. Obi-Wan was already embarrassed enough about it without Qui-Gon being a jerk.

Thankfully the droid in the reception made no note of the ‘pet’ when they had come back, only told Qui-Gon to clean up after Obi-Wan or else there would be an additional fee to the bill at the end of their stay.

Not that Qui-Gon had paused to talk with the droid, having been in a bit of a panic over his young padawan’s condition.

Now that he knew that there would be help, Qui-Gon had calmed somewhat down, though he was still nervous about taking Obi-Wan out.

Which was why he was keeping his young padawan in hand, the small bunny shape easily fitting in his large hand.

Satin bunnies were prized after all and he did not want anyone getting any ideas, either for a fancy new pet or for a fur coat.

The idea of someone trying to skin his padawan sent a chill through Qui-Gon’s bones as he stepped into one of the small stores in the local area, nodding to the cashier before moving to the fresh vegetables and fruits section with a small shopping basket, settling it on his forearm holding Obi-Wan.

He would be sticking to a herbivore diet for ease sake.

‘Salad, two apples with one for me, carrots, a pear…’ Qui-Gon carefully added items to the basket, going by what he remembered for sure were safe for small bunnies like Obi-Wan to eat. Obi-Wan meanwhile just lightly snuffed in the air, looking around at the mostly fresh vegetables.

And then a little niggle of excitement passed through their bond.

Pausing, Qui-Gon eyed his padawan before looking around, promptly letting out a soft chuckle when he saw what had drawn his padawan’s attention.

Cucumbers.

He already knew that his padawan was fond of the watery vegetable and that was going to be a boon for them.

Quickly, he picked out two for his padawan and placed them into the shopping basket with a small grin, stroking his silky little padawan between the ears again before giving his braid a little tug. “Alright, I believe I have enough food for you until we reach Coruscant. Lets go get a bowl for you to drink from and some paper towels to, ahem, make a fresher for you.” He murmured softly, ignoring the even taller than Qui-Gon Null giving him a look and shuffling away from the Jedi.

One more tick for Jedi being insane, not really shocking. Qui-Gon honestly couldn’t find it in himself to care as he made his way deeper into the store, his even tinier than normal padawan making tiny squeaky noises in his hand along with the weight of the shopping basket digging into his forearm.

At least no one could claim Qui-Gon’s life was a boring one he mused.

Can we get more of fallen for you?

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There
is irrefutable facts of life.

Everyone
who gets born will one day have to die, no one lives forever after
all, not even stars.

Every
being in the entire galaxy has to feed in some manner.

And
Commander Cody of the 212th
is a clone.

But
he is also human that can offer comfort and in this moment, that is
what he will continue to do as he sits on General Kenobi’s couch,
the man pressed against his chest as he sits with his head pressed to
Cody’s shoulder, his breathing slow.

He’s
not asleep, far from it but he’s clearly tired, having haltingly
spoken with Cody about what he had gone through.

The
words burned Cody and he was going to murder anyone involved in the
capture the moment he got his hands on them but for now, Cody will
sit and cuddle his General, arms around Obi-Wan with a gentle hand
resting in Obi-Wan’s hair, gently rubbing his scalp, the other
settled around the man’s waist.

Just
a gentle reassurance that Cody was there, that this was real and that
whatever Obi-Wan got into his mind, he would be safe.

“…Thank
you.” Obi-Wan finally whispered, his voice rough and the first
words he had said in half an hour since he had quietly spoken about
all that had happened and how he felt.

Pressing
his chin into Obi-Wan’s short cut hair, Cody cupped the back of his
General’s head. “I don’t know how things are going to proceed
or if anything is going to change,” He murmured, feeling Obi-Wan
tense against him as that had been one of the worries Obi-Wan had
aired to him. “I can’t promise anything will stay the same and
how could they be after what happened to you but,” Cody paused,
feeling Obi-Wan still against him. “I can promise you that the vode
is here for you, I can promise that regardless what else happens,
we’ll have your back and I can promise you that I will never judge
you and I will always listen and respect you General… Obi-Wan.”
He tightened his grasp.

For
several seconds, Obi-Wan remained still as a statue against Cody and
he wondered if he had done wrong.

But
then Obi-Wan turned on the couch and breaking Cody’s hug, settling
on his knees instead to face the commander as he wrapped his arms
around Cody instead, hugging him as tightly as possible with his
declined muscle mass and body, the starved and beaten body that was
still healing containing a surprising amount of strength.

Against
Cody’s neck, a whisper of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’ echoed
like a mantra and Cody couldn’t help but wonder just how broken up
Obi-Wan had been about everything.

Jedi
were suppose to be strong and powerful.

They
weren’t suppose to break down.

Or
that was the understanding of the rest of the galaxy at least.

And
yet here Cody was, knowing better, holding his General in a
comforting embrace as he let the man cry and break down against him.

()()()

Accepting
the cup gingerly, Anakin blearily looked up at Plo, his eyes
feeling heavy and sore.

The
kel dor simply smiled at him before settling down on his couch, hands
settled in his lap. “Drink, humans need to replenish their fluids
after they cry.” He encouraged quietly.

Swallowing
thickly, Anakin nodded and took a small sip, pleasantly surprised by
the fruity flavor and his surprise must have been visible on his face
because the master chuckled quietly and gave a small hand wave with
his left hand.

“I
have gusts often enough that I keep refreshments and even some snacks
on hands for them, there is a reason why I have an oxygen setting for
my quarters after all.” Plo easily pointed out and Anakin gave a
shaky smile at that. “That does make sense…” He mumbled,
glancing around around
the quarters.

He
hadn’t really noticed that when he arrived, he had been a bit
surprised to see the master in his goggles and breathing mask at the
door after Anakin had knocked
on his door but he hadn’t really given it much thought.

Too
occupied with his own mind.

Too
consumed with what he needed to do, what he had
to do if he ever wanted to recover and help Obi-Wan recover too.

But
really, now that it was pointed out, it made a lot more sense as Plo
Koon as sa kel dor needed dorin gas to breath along with other gasses
and wasn’t compatible with oxygen. But if the man often had guests,
things made a lot more sense.

Smiling
slightly, Plo gestured lightly again. “As for what we talked
about…” He trailed off and Anakin tensed a bit, quickly taking
another sip of the fruity drink. “The only thing I can tell you is
that you need to keep trying, keep finding the light and calming
down. I would advice meditation, however,” He chuckled when Anakin
grimaced. “I know that’s not your strongest forte on your own.”

Tapping
his metal fingers on the glass, Anakin breathed out while suppressing
the irrational surge of anger in his chest as he looked down at his
knees. “…No, no it’s not.” He admitted, Obi-Wan’s voice so
long ago piping up in his brain, telling him that admitting to
shortcomings weren’t a weakness.

“But
maybe I can help.” Anakin looked up, blinking at Plo as the man sat
up on the couch, still smiling warmly at the Fallen Jedi.