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Oh man, some more Kyber tears please? I’d love some Ahsoka

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Stilling when she felt the other person drop, Ahsoka shot her eyes to Rex without moving, silently asking for confirmation.

“He’s asleep.” Rex signed to her, watching closely.

This was new to everyone, Obi-Wan’s new state of being meant that he expended a lot more energy, his body trying to cope with his new existence and that meant that he ate more and he slept more.

The latter everyone was pleased with, Obi-Wan had gained some sorely lacking weight in the last few weeks that had everything to do with the snacks he kept nibbling on distractedly as he was handed things and nothing to do with muscle.

It made him look healthier, a warm glow to his face that wasn’t caused by his glowing freckles.

But it also meant that Obi-Wan slept a lot more, took naps in the middle of the day, after dinner, during meditation…

Whenever his body decided, Obi-Wan slept and the healers had forbidden him from trying to keep himself awake with the Force, warning him that he needed to adjust to a new normal.

The quicker his body adjusted to his circulation and nerve system, the quicker Obi-Wan could be fitted with the prosthetic he had finally decided to get.

His stumps had already been fitted with the neuro-wave, Ahsoka knew that from Skyguy, since he had been there when the healers had attached it to the stump, but due to needing two prosthetic at once, his body would need to adjust first before they were attached.

Because of the energy expenditure, Obi-Wan ended up sleeping on people.

Like now.

Ahsoka had originally not been on the list of ‘caretakers’, most of the adults in her life not comfortable with leaving Obi-Wan fully alone and generally, either Anakin or Cody was with him. But Anakin was needed for the investigation into the Chancellor, being interrogated if she was honest by the Senate commission.

And Cody was required in the barracks with the 212th.

Ahsoka had taken the chance to volunteer, Rex giving his vod a soft word that he’d go with her.

It wasn’t that they didn’t trust her to take care of him, she was a teenager after all, a young woman she’d claim herself but…

‘Its not the duties of our children and teens to care for us,’ Anakin had stated sternly. ‘And Obi-Wan wouldn’t be comfortable asking you for a lot of things he might need. He barely asks me as it is and only reason he asks Cody is because Cody has him under a spell. We trust you Ahsoka, but Obi-Wan is stubborn.’ He had explained seriously, arms crossed over his chest.

Cody had just flushed at the ‘spell’ part, shrugging at her bemused look.

But explained like that, she couldn’t help but understand.

Master Obi-Wan was stubborn on the worst of days, he wouldn’t ask for help if he was bleeding out some days.

But thankfully, with Rex around, he seemed more willing to at least admit to needing help, despite flushing darkly each time, ears turning red as they settled on the couch, Ahsoka doing her best to distract the human.

Now however, he was asleep and Ahsoka took a deep breath, reaching out with the Force in an attempt to keep him asleep.

Carefully she shifted off the couch as he kept Obi-Wan stable with the Force, glancing to Rex for help.

The captain quickly stood from the recliner and stepped around the caff table, carefully cupping Obi-Wan’s head and upper shoulders. Slowly he tilted the redhead, lowering him towards the couch with Ahsoka letting go of her own Force hold until Obi-Wan’s head rested on the waiting pillow.

That done, Rex pulled the blanket on the back of the couch over the other human, both of them holding their breath when Obi-Wan let out a low noise and shifted.

But thankfully he didn’t open his eyes, simply breathed out heavily and came to a still, his chest rising and falling steadily.

The two watched him sleep for a long moment before Ahsoka let out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. “…He sleeps so much.” She whispered.

Rex glanced at her, pausing in tucking the blanket. “You know why, he needs it. Give him time.” He murmured quietly in return.

Logically she knew it as she stared where the blanket fell in, where legs had once been.

But what she logically knew and what she felt were two very different things.

Ahsoka missed sparring with her grand master.

Recovery was not a straight line and some days, Ahsoka felt like she had lost the grandmaster she had come to know.

Other days it felt like Obi-Wan hadn’t been hurt and he was his old self.

Tucking her arms around herself, Ahsoka guiltily wondered if she was good for his recovery or not.

sorry if this repeats idk if the first one went through lol. can we see some more sensitivetorejecton? how does their mission go? (hopefully fluffy)😃

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Coughing harshly as awareness hit Qui-Gon like a ton of painful bricks, the Jedi blinked heavily as the sounds of crying and yelling sounded, his head throbbing as he tried to remember what in the world had happened.

His last memory had been…

“Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan.” He rasped, reaching out through their bond for his padawan as he struggled to sit up, pushing wood and duracrete off himself as he sat up, groaning in pain.

They had been walking down the street among the crowd of beings, their mission done, they were suppose to go home and then Obi-Wan had paused and looked around with confusion.

The boy must have felt something or noticed something with his hyperfocus, something Qui-Gon had not noticed, because a moment later, panic had crossed his face and he had opened his mouth.

It had been too late though.

The world had promptly exploded into a million pieces, wood and duracrete of the shops around them flying and something had hit Qui-Gon hard, sending him into the real of unconsciousness.

Struggling up on his knees, Qui-Gon looked around, barely recognizing the street from before, debris everywhere along with fire.

The shop Obi-Wan had paused in front of was fully gone, a crater left behind where it had once been.

The sight was enough for Qui-Gon to understand the gist of it.

The shop had exploded, whatever it had been and now there were injured and dead people all around the damaged shops.

And Obi-Wan was no where in sight, his padawan was unconscious and Qui-Gon had to find him.

Shaking as he struggled to his feet, Qui-Gon wrapped one arm around his ribs while scanning the area. He knew where he had last seen Obi-Wan, but if the force of the explosion had sent hi-wait, that boot…

Qui-Gon struggled towards what looked like half a wall, a familiar pair of boots sticking out from under it, stumbling over debris as people hurried around him, everyone trying to help and find others.

“Obi-Wan!” He rasped out as loudly as he could, kneeling down at the wall.

With a bit of Force as his ribes were strained already, Qui-Gon managed to push it up and away, finding his padawan laying still and pale beneath it, breathing shallowly with a thin stream of blood coming from his nose.

Cursing quietly, Qui-Gon reached out and started gingerly touching Obi-Wan’s neck, carefully testing it before breathing out in relief as he pulled the boy into a recovery position. ‘At least he hasn’t damaged his neck.’ Qui-Gon thought grimly, pausing when Obi-Wan’s little dice fell out of a damaged belt pouch.

Picking it up, Qui-Gon placed the stimming tool into his own belt pouch, knowing his padawan would want it back once he was conscious.

“Alright, hold on imp, just hold on.” Qui-Gon whispered, doing what he could as he looked around, hoping the medics and local law enforcement would come soon. His large hand rested on Obi-Wan’s forehead as Qui-Gon struggled to breath, his damaged ribs requiring him to take shallow breaths.

‘One hell of an end to a first mission.’ He couldn’t help but muse darkly to himself, blinking blood out of his eyes, likely steaming from a cut up in his hairline.

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(I accidentally deleted the prompt)

aniseandspearmint asked:

Oh! I forgot, I wanted to ask, since you mentioned Alpha-17 in this, what does he think about this? He didn’t think much of the jedi, but he grew to respect and care for Obi-wan. Has he been told what the senate has been doing to the jedi? Did he have a heavy flashback to events like Fox did? Times when in hindsight it’s clear what had been done to Obi-wan and or Anakin, but he didn’t have the context to realize what had happened?

Raising his head slowly from his pad, Rex stared at Dogma, feeling an icy cold calmness settle in over his nerves. The meeting room was quiet, everyone stilling at Dogma’s musing and even more when Rex attention was caught.

Dogma looked like he regretted saying anything, clenching the pad in his own hands where he had been looking over his portion of the feeds Fox had sent over.  

“…Would you repeat that again trooper?” Rex stated calmly, feeling calm but from the way Dogma paled, some of the murderous intent hidden under it all must be leaking out.

Shifting in his seat, glancing around at the mix of 212th and 501st that were involved in figuring out who had General Kenobi last night, Dogma opened his mouth, closed it then squared his shoulder. “I-It was just ideal musing really sir but, well, a lot of the commanders… they look like the Generals…” He repeated, stammering a bit as he started nervously rubbing at the edge of his tattoo near the lip.

Rex continued staring at him, his gaze burning.  

Licking his lips, Dogma shifted. “I mean, there’s Commander Grey’s General and Commander, they look alike,” Depa Billaba and Caleb Dume. “That little Initiate that looks like General Ti in the temple,” Rex knew who he was talking about, little thing with a blue saber. “And Commander Iron’s little commander looks like…” Dogma trailed off, looking even more nervous now.

Cal Kestie’s, commander of the 13th battalion.

Little commander Kestie with red hair, pale skin and freckles.

Rex felt the pad crack in his hands, the screen warping along the break as heavy realization sunk in and he faintly realized Longshot was suddenly slamming his fist into the wall.

Cal Kestie looked like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“That’s… just the ones at the top of my head,” Dogma continued, warily glancing at Longshot where the trooper was now pressing his head to the wall. “I bet if we looked at records, we’d find out other older Generals look like many of those that are now and if we really looked at the little ones in the temple…” He trailed off and then shrugged awkwardly.

He didn’t really need to say more.

Not when everyone knew what he was implying and was likely right about.

This was not what Rex had been expecting when Cody left with the General, eyes asking them to find out who the hell hurt Obi-Wan. He had been expecting to be gnashing his teeth and glaring at cams as he tried to follow the Jedi through the halls and figure out which karking monster had him.

Now he was stuck thinking about all the little Jedi younglings who looked like older Generals, now he was stuck thinking about the commanders he had seen that looked like their masters or grandmasters.

Now he was stuck thinking about how the rest of the galaxy had a hard on for said younglings and how much that must hurt the older ones. And how the older Jedi were victims of the damn Senate, the governing body of the inner core, because face it, outer core didn’t get effected by core politics.

He’d seen enough to know that.

Putting down his damaged pad, Rex buried his face in his hands and let out a deep breath.

Then he forced himself to take five breaths in through his nose and out of his mouth, just like Ordo had taught him.

It made him wonder about the Alpha and the Null clones.

He had heard from the Kamino guards that when Alpah-17 learned what was going on with the Jedi, he had apparently shot Senator Burtoni point blank.

He wasn’t… quite sure what that was about.

It was a terrible risk to shoot a longneck on Kamino, the chances of hiding it from the rest of them were low, especially such a high prolific member as Senator Burtoni had become. So that left the question of why Alpah had shot her.

He knew it couldn’t be pure rage but as far as Rex knew, the longnecks didn’t have sexuality in the same way as most species in the galaxy and relied more on cloning for their generations, the impact of cloning and ‘bettering’ their genetics for survival doing something to their libido or that’s what Kix had said.

So it wasn’t related to the Jedi being unable to say n-Rex paused before lifting his head, thinking furiously.

No didn’t have to mean only sexual consent, no could mean… other things.

No to examinations, no to invasive study, no to…  

Force, the fox hole just kept getting deeper and deeper and Rex decided that he would have to contact Alpha, because speculating like this was only hurting his head.

‘Fucking longnecks. Fucking Senate. Fucking Ruusan Reformation.’

“I heard your new padawan is not likely to make it. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am Anakin.”“Where did you hear that?”“Chancellor Palpatine mentioned it when I met with him earlier today.” Anakin looked past Padme to where Fox was standing and signing that the conversation had occurred.Anakin knew then that Palpatine had something to do with Obi-Wan’s poisoning.Sightless Bird

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The last place he wanted to be in this moment was in the karking Rotunda and the only reason he had left Obi-Wan’s side at all was because Rex had promised to sit with him. So here Anakin was, marching through the Rotunda, his cloak billowing up around him dramatically.

If Qui-Gon could see him at that moment, he would have rolled his eyes and fondly called him a drama prince.

Or maybe he would have been stomping along with Anakin.

The other had been calling daily until the comm signal had become too unstable, hearing about what health Obi-Wan was in.

All because he had been directly summoned by the War Commission to speak about the last campaign he had been out on with Obi-Wan. Something about someone having caught Obi-Wan on holocam, running around with the bomb over his head.

‘Not like they cared before that there were padawan’s out there.’ He thought grouchily.

A part of him knew that it was Obi-Wan’s disability that made them suddenly interested, a blind Jedi running around doing impossible feats.

‘If even one of them calls my padawan ‘broken’, I swear, I will ram my mechano han-’

“Knight Skywalker!” A familiar and unwanted voice called out and Anakin grit his teeth as he came to a still, turning around slowly to face his own wife with a bow. “Senator Amidala.” He murmured, noting with some surprise that Commander Fox and another Coruscant Guard was following her.

Force, she was beautiful, wearing a golden dress with white details, no jewelry on her but her hair set up in a beautiful crowning braid.

Yet he wished she hadn’t intercepted him, for all her beauty.

Lately their conversations had been too strained, too much happening with Ahsoka and the war and a part of Anakin recognized that their relationship hadn’t been healthy even before that. That they strained to talk, to be honest, to give each other what they needed.

With a new padawan…

Well, Obi-Wan was his priority, like Ahsoka should have been from the moment she was his padawan.

It was putting a large strain on their relationship, Padme recognizing that Anakin no longer trusted her, no longer talked to her and Anakin recognizing that she hadn’t done so from the start.

Padme smiled at him, a bit nervous but still as pretty as an angel. Anakin’s heart gave a complicated throb as he peered back at her, tucking his hands into his robe sleeves to hide how they were shaking.

“Apologies for interrupting you Knight Skywalker but I…” She hesitated then took a deep breath, her face turning sad. “I heard your new padawan is not likely to make it. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am Anakin.” Padme stated softly, biting at her lips.

Startling, his eyes widening slightly before his lips pursed, Anakin couldn’t help but glare at his wife. “Where did you hear that?” He asked harshly.

It took her by surprise clearly, the slight woman jerking to as she stared up at him. “Chancellor Palpatine mentioned it when I met with him earlier today.” Anakin looked past Padme to where Fox was standing and signing that the conversation had occurred.

Obi-Wan’s condition was not a widespread rumor, that he was sick, sure, but not how badly of he had been or that it had almost claimed his life.

That the healers had managed to save him had been a little miracle on its own when they had identified the poison as one with very few cures, a snake from Korriban of all places.

Yet no one had known how severe it was outside of the Order or the troopers, the information having been put on ice to be able to trace it to the potential culprits.

For the Chancellor to know how severe it was, for him to be able to claim that Obi-Wan wouldn’t make it with such certainty spoke of knowing what poison his little padawan was slipped…

Anakin knew then that Palpatine had something to do with Obi-Wan’s poisoning.

There was no other way the other could be so sure of Obi-Wan’s death and the Chancellor could have no idea that there was a poison expert in the Halls of Healing, one who had been on duty when Obi-Wan was brought in.

He couldn’t have known that Kix would have been able to keep Obi-Wan stable just long enough to get him to the temple.

Couldn’t have known that Obi-Wan’s body would fight the poison when put into a medical coma.

Didn’t know that Obi-Wan would survive.

The Chancellor was involved in the poisoning of a Jedi padawan, Anakin’s padawan.

A lightbulb popped overhead, sparking as Anakin fought to control his rage, Padme clearly reading his face as she frowned in worry and reached out to him.

Anakin stepped back. “My padawan… is in a coma. Thank you for your concern Senator Amidala.” He bit out, desperate not to give out anymore information, not where there were ears that could hear, not when Obi-Wan had barely survived.

Not when the Chancellor could try again if he knew Obi-Wan was still weak.

He turned on his heel and left Padme behind with Fox, fuming as he headed down the a side hall he knew was a shortcut, several bulbs popping overhead as he fought with his own wrath and concern.

For Lupinecopper… would it be possible to have some Maul POV? Maybe him being defiant but also kind of scared? Especially when the Council shows up?

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Watching everyone as closely as he could, in particular the redhead, Maul had come to the conclusion that his new alpha was… strange.

Or maybe different.

He wasn’t ignorant, Maul knew very well that the way he had been raised was… immoral.

Many beings would find it reprehensible the way Sidious had treated him through the years and as a youth, he had thought that was simply how it was suppose to be. The man had been his master and his alpha throughout the years, his power over Maul absolute and his demand for obedience total.

Anything but total obedience got Maul punished, the consequences of his lack of submission leaving the zabrak body straining as he struggled to get his tasks and missions done.

Sometimes, very rarely, he got to rest his beaten and lightning twitching body but that was not often, Sidious was a hard task master.

But his new alpha… this Jedi, he wasn’t like that.

He expected obedience too, but…

Not submission and his orders weren’t…

It was confusing, so far the Jedi’s orders had related to Maul health, ensuring he remained still for treatment, ensuring he ate and only one of the orders were really something that upset him when the Jedi tied him up.

But even then it wasn’t really that upsetting, the ropes hadn’t been tightly bound and they were weak. Even without his werewolf strength or the Force, Maul would have easily escaped them.

It was for show, simply for the beings on Naboo to think he was restrained.

To keep them calm despite how much he could sense the discomfort and outright hate some had towards not only him but also his new alpha.

Were discrimination wasn’t unfamiliar to Maul but to see it directed at a Jedi…

He hadn’t been able to think too much about it as the news of the Jedi council and his former master was arriving, the instinctual fear of him causing Maul to curl up even as his insides howled in defiance, wanting to fight.

But fear had leashed him for years and hate had kept him strong, he would endure Sidious arrival and prostate himself.

Only…

That hadn’t happened.

Instead his new alpha had pulled him up and pulled him along with the child latched onto the Jedi’s waist, leaving the landing area to the tall Jedi as they returned to the rooms that were gifted to them temporarily.

Kenobi had untied him the moment they were inside and sent Maul to the couch, fetched him the jerky that must be for the Jedi originally and let Maul eat.

Let him rest and relax, the fear slowly easing as his distance to the landing party made him feel more secure.

It was… nice.

Maul wasn’t sure what to make of any of that, of nice Jedi, nice beings, treating him as if he had worth beyond his ability as a weapon. Sidious had never treated him kindly and others shunned him, the feel of the Dark side warning them away despite not realizing what Maul was.

Maybe beings had treated him neutrally at best but Sidious training had been more stick than carrot as they said and fear had driven Maul to improve and do better at the man’s feet.

Yet here he was, sitting on a couch, the blond human on the other side as he ate fruit, Maul eating jerky as his new alpha ordered proper food up to them from the kitchens, his voice pitched to sound like Jinn instead of his own.

Clearly he expected better treatment if the staff thought it was Jinn ordering and Maul couldn’t help but wonder if this was something Kenobi was used to doing, mimicking his master’s voice.

He wanted to know more about the other were as he watched him, about his new alpha as he slowly chewed no the jerky, wanted to learn how another were had survived Coruscant and the core’s.

Wanted to know another werewolf and maybe, just maybe, far in his subconscious, he also wanted to know safety with a pack member.

*flails incoherently about Dangerous Galaxy* oh man oh man, that is AMAZING. Cody is FURIOUS. And Longshot, Rex, and Helix are too. Someone’s gonna die for thiiiiiis.How hurt IS Obi-wan? Like, he took a few good hits to the face, and there’s clearly damage from the sexual assault, but what else is he hiding? The way he’s moving and acting it was worse than usual (or what passed for usual in a situation like this) and what ever techniques he usually uses to get through aren’t enough now. Seems like the creep that got to him took out a lot of rage? Bet they blamed Obi-wan for some business that’s going south because of the war or something like that…

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Feeling his mouth drop open in shock, Cody stared at Helix for a long moment, struggling before he finally spat out a response. “What?” He rasped.

Grimacing, Helix glanced to the medbed, their comatose General deep breath seemingly giving him strength. “Cock and ball torture, from what I treated, that’s my assumption on what happened, with the swelling and the… the marks.” Helix repeated, stuttering slightly as he grimaced with disgust.

Running his hand over his face, Cody opened his mouth then closed it again, feeling like he had been hit.

Fractured left leg, anal tears, bruising and swelling over his face, rubbed raw wrists and ankles and now this.

When Helix informed him that whoever had their Jedi had used little to no lube and certainly had not stretched him, he thought that was the worst but this was so much more worse.

‘Sadism.’ His mind pointed out, rather unnecessarily.

Cody knew there were people who enjoyed sadomasochism, hell there were people of the other inclination too even, who enjoyed pain and with consent and proper care, sure, that was fine. He didn’t want to know the details but hell, what happened in someone else life with consent was their thing.

But Obi-Wan’s consent…

He swallowed thickly, feeling sick and let out a noise when Helix guided him to sit down on the other bed beside Obi-Wan’s. The grip of the medic’s hands on his shoulder was grounding and Cody forced himself to breath.

He was now grateful that Obi-Wan was in a drugged sleep, Helix having offered it when Obi-Wan curled uncertainly into the crisp bed, glancing around the empty medbay after treatment in a privacy room, Cody holding his hand on the other side of a curtain.

Normally, the medbay would have been full of the other medics and COM’S, brushing up on their skills or helping troopers that had issues that were more chronic, but the medbay of the barracks had been empty when they arrived.

Cody suspected that the news of Obi-Wan arriving had made the entire barracks around and that, as a sign of respect and for the Jedi’s comfort, any unfamiliar medics had cleared out, which seemed to be all of them and supported Cody’s theory that Helix had been sleeping, the 212th medics off duty.

So, for now, the other medics had cleared out.

Just for as long as the Jedi was in house and in need of healing.

Looking to Obi-Wan, Cody let out a deep breath as he stared at the still swollen face of the man as Helix carefully withdrew to check on Obi-Wan. He knew that it would take a few hours before the swelling and bruising would disappear even with treatment but Cody…

The Jedi didn’t deserve this.

The clones didn’t deserve it.

Fox had quietly informed him that a few of the Senators had gotten rough with a few of the shinies on the Guard, so now that was something to be on guard for too. “…One month.” He murmured, Helix pausing in his checks to look at Cody.

The two stared at each other before Helix glanced down at their Jedi, his face tightening before he nodded. “Yes, Vod’alor.” He murmured, his lips twitching with amusement at Cody’s grimace.

A few of the battalions had taken to calling him that lately, vod’alor, as if the title meant anything.

‘Ah, but Mand’alor meant nothing until people were made to respect it, no?’ A voice suspiciously like Alpha-17 barked in his head.

Ugh, he wasn’t dealing with this tonight of all nights and he was almost relieved when his comm rang.

Raising it, Cody felt himself freeze as he took in the number.

Kark, it was Skywalker and Cody glanced quickly to Obi-Wan before answering the comm.

Instantly a frazzled Anakin appeared, Ahsoka peeking around his elbow with wide, worried eyes. “Commander, is Obi-Wan with you?” The blond instantly asked, shifting nervously before looking down at Ahsoka. “He was suppose to… Ahsoka and he had a duel set up on the sky roof but… maybe he forgot it and is with you?”

The Jedi sounded so painfully young that for a moment Cody forgot that technically he was older than Cody. His heart lodged in his throat as he stared at the man, then he glanced to the side again, looking at Obi-Wan’s healing face.

“…I’m sorry sir, but the General was at the Rotunda. He’s here in the barracks now.” Cody stated, tone grim and he closed his eyes when Ahsoka covered her mouth and ducked behind Anakin’s back.

That answered his question on if the commanders knew exactly what was going on.

Anakin’s face fell. “But… he didn’t come home.” The man stated slowly before furrowing his brows.

Then he closed his eyes tightly as realization hit him.

The only reason Obi-Wan wouldn’t return home was if he was injured, if he didn’t want to show his face. “He’s in the medbay, isn’t he?” Anakin whispered.

Unhappily, Cody nodded. “Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.” He whispered, knowing how useless those words were and yet needing to say them.

Anakin said nothing, only ran his hand over his face, shiny nails on display for Cody to see and remember he had an ally in the Senate. “I… just look after him. If he’s not coming here, it means he doesn’t want me to see how he looks. Dex has his diner closed down, he normally goes there when things get… when things are rough.” The blond stated haltingly.

The diner?

Well, the besalisk was friendly, they knew that.

But it was still an odd choice… until Cody realized that Obi-Wan didn’t trust anyone else not to spread gossip and was trying to avoid the temple and in particular Anakin, seeing him in such a state.

So instead of asking questions, he nodded. “Helix has him covered. I’ll stay too,” He promised when Anakin opened his mouth. “I’ll be on the bed beside him, waiting until tomorrow.” He promised the other man.

Anakin shifted before nodding. “Thank you commander. I’ll… see you both tomorrow then.” He whispered, sounding drained and small before he hung up.

Cody stared at his comm link then sighed deeply.

One month.

Just one month.

They’d have to accelerate their plans.

Glancing at Obi-Wan’s face, staring at the bruises and dark marks, taking in the gauze wrapped around wrists, Cody steeled his determination.

One month and the Senate burned.

What happens next in Dangerous Galaxy??? How does Cody react to a crying Obi-Wan showing up at his door??

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When the door opened, Cody thought nothing of it as he lifted his cup to his mouth and looked up, figuring it was just one of the 212th or 501st coming to see them and report. He ended up regretting it though as Longshot and Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway, the former with his arm around the latter.

But it was the appearance of his Jedi that sent Cody’s caff into the wrong pipe, his eyes watering as he hacked and choked despite jumping to his feet, the cup clattering to the floor as he forced his body to obey while making his way over. “General.” He gasped out, both from the shock and his impromptu coughing fit.

Obi-Wan looked a mess, his lip and face was swollen and bruising, his clothes was a rumpled mess and he had not missed that Obi-Wan was limping or the fact that Obi-Wan was leaning on Longshot arm.

And he was trembling.

For all the relief Obi-Wan’s eyes had, and concern at the coughing fit, he was trembling faintly, like a skittish, frightened tooka.

“Co-Cody, are you alright?” The man questioned and Cody had the hysterical urge to laugh as he instead reached out and cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, hearing Rex quietly comm Helix behind him.

Obi-Wan flinched under the touch. “I think I should be the one asking that sir.” Cody breathed out, staring at the other.

He hadn’t known the other was ordered to the Senate.

He had heard from Ponds what had happened to his General, had known that Mace Windu had been to the Rotunda but no one had said…

No one had seen Obi-Wan at the Rotunda, he thought the other was sleeping in the temple for ka’ra’s sake!

‘But he was in the Rotunda. Someone hurt him. Someone hurt my General.’ Cody swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to apologize, only for Obi-Wan to beat him to the punch as he folded himself down, his aura that usually filled rooms to make him seem so much larger than life to every trooper seemingly disappearing as he dropped himself to Cody’s shoulder with his hands finding the plastoid chest piece to hold onto.

Their General, a cliff in the face of misery and pain, finally broke for the waves as a sob escaped the man, clinging to Cody with the fragility of a newborn skrill pup and Cody felt his heart break, the shattered pieces digging its way around his chest.

From the look on Longshot’s face, he wasn’t the only one as Cody carefully reached up and wrapped his arms around the other man, feeling how he was pressing his face to Cody’s armor.

It must hurt, a faint part of Cody pointed out that Obi-Wan’s face was swollen, beaten for sure and the skin must be tender but Obi-Wan couldn’t seem to get enough of pressing closer to Cody as the commander hugged him, murmuring nonsensical but hopefully comforting words into the Jedi’s hair.

There was a commotion further down the hall, and on instinct, Cody drew Obi-Wan further into the room, rocking slowly in what felt like a useless motion but hoped was helping.

Proved to be a good decision as Helix suddenly arrived, his blacks hastily done up and a medpack in his hands, his hair wild and his eyes wide. If Cody was to take a guess,  the other had either been sleeping or had been having some fun.

Didn’t matter now.

When the CMO’s of the 212th eyes fell on Obi-Wan pressed to Cody’s shoulder, his eyes widened, narrowing and then a cool professionalism entered them in seconds as he took a deep breath.

They all knew how Obi-Wan was, treating him different wouldn’t help.

No, it would make things worse and Helix was doing his best it seemed.

Longshot touched the medic’s shoulder and Cody watched as the vod quickly tied the others hair into the familiar bun the medic wore his hair in with a piece of string from his belt pouch, Helix giving a grateful nod before he approached and gently touched Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Just as when Cody touched him minutes earlier, Obi-Wan flinched and reluctantly lifted reddened eyes to meet Helix, the medic’s expression wobbling before settling on a gentle expression. “Look’s like you could use a helping hand sir,” He murmured, lifting the first aid pack into view. Something told Cody it wouldn’t be enough. “Would you be willing to come to the medbay?” Helix realized it too.

But was willing to leave the decision in Obi-Wan’s hands.

After the night he had, Obi-Wan needed to be able to make choices and the troopers would make adjustment as needed.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan, after letting out a hiccuping cough, nodded slowly. “Y-Yes Helix, I…” Obi-Wan glanced nervously at Cody.

Settling his hand on the Jedi’s shoulder, feeling a flinch in the other despite Cody telegraphing his movements. “I’ll come with if you want.” Cody stated softly, smiling sadly when Obi-Wan desperately latched onto his arm.

As if to reassure himself that Cody would indeed come.

Shifting closer, Cody raised his arm so the other could lean on it instead, murmuring softly as they started walking through the suspiciously empty white hall, Helix leading them to the medbay.

He gave Rex and Longshot a burning glance over his shoulder, a silent order that both nodded grimly to.

Find out who had the General and find out now.

Because Cody’s priority was right here and now, with Obi-Wan as the other limped slowly at his side, Cody resisting the urge to bridal carry his Jedi and wrap him protectively away.

The Senate was going to burn.

For sweet princess, does Din speak to the clones or Leia? Does she figure out he’s not in the same situation she was once in?

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He doesn’t like it.

No scratch that, he hates this, but he leads Organa and the two clones into the kings suite behind the throne.

Fennec, that damn loiterer, simply smirks knowingly at him while the courtiers whisper to each others. Most however has caught on that Boba can and will do almost anything for Din. That includes letting enemies into his own private, safe space to keep an eye on Din and his comfort.

He won’t have Din out in the throne room again, sleeping on his lap in his feverish state but sleeping on the couch would be alright, tucked up under the soft but warm night blankets they had.

Which is why he leads them into the living room where he normally only entertains those he trusts like Fennec, Din and these last few days, Cobb Vanth.

There is also the occasional visitors from his past that he makes a point of catching up with, checking if they are trying to use him for his new connection or if they are really there as his former friends.

Din is of course waiting when they enter, sitting on one of the bantha leather couch with the blanket around his shoulders, Boba’s robe peeking out from under the fuzzy, black blanket.

He perks up when Boba enters and Boba makes a beeline for the other, making his way between the couch and the caff table containing his water canteen, sitting down and carefully encouraging Din to lay his head on his lap. “You were suppose to already be asleep.” He scolded gently, pressing his hand to Din’s forehead.

Still hot but not as bad as yesterday.

Russal had come by with some fever dampening medication and Boba had encouraged quite a bit of cold water into the other man, both things seemed to have worked a little.

Din hummed, pressing into the hand before rolling around so he could press his face to Boba’s stomach. “Was waiting on you buir’ika.” He murmured sleepily, closing his eyes with a content little sigh.

Lips twitching into a small, involuntary smile, Boba glanced at the other three, finding Organa watching them with narrowed eyes while the two other clones shifted uncertainly behind her. “Are you going to sit or not.” Boba stated blandly to the three, staring at them with narrowed eyes as he tucked the blanket more around Din, tucking his hand into the wild curls of his lover hair.

His lips twitched again at the pleased hum that gained him and he looked back down to his lover, ignoring as he heard the shift of the three moving, finally taking a seat on the other bantha leather couch across from the caff table.

None of them said anything, Boba focusing on Din, carefully scratching at the other’s scalp and the other three observing and looking about at Boba’s and Din’s private space.

Not that Boba cared, anything incriminating had been put away into the bedroom and the beaded curtain made it hard to distinguish anything in there from here. He didn’t offer them any refreshment, they weren’t welcomed guests and princess herself had upset upset his princess.

So no, unless they asked for it or apologized, Boba was not about to be a gracious host. “Ori’jate, nuhoy jii ner runi.” He murmured softly, Din letting out a sleepy little noise against his stomach.

A feminine inclined voice cleared their throat and Boba grunted before looking up, giving Organa an unamused look as he continued slowly petting Din, resting his other hand on the others arm.

The two leaders gave each other a long look, both equally judging as the two clones just shifted on the couch, looking slightly nervous, as if they expected a firefight to happen.

“He’s not a slave.” Organa’s sure voice had Boba raising a brow.

Brown eyes shot past Boba, looking to the left and down and Boba followed it behind his shoulder, pausing when he saw what she had noticed.

Din’s silver beskar chestplate, barely peeking out from underneath a sheet but enough to be seen and the shape telling what it was. The silver cuirass couldn’t be mistaken for Boba’s, not when it was clearly seen on the stand with his helmet on top.

Boba slowly returned his eyes to her, staring at Organa, his jaw tense as he wished he had a blaster on him. “You have a second lieutenant,” Organa continued, staring mercilessly at Boba. “A mandalorian, silver dressed beskar,” Her eyes shot down to Din, his breath’s slow and steady. “…He speaks mando’a.”

Boba wanted to kill her.

Clearly some of his intent was showing as both her clones were reaching for their weapons.

However, Organa held up her hand, still staring at Boba. “…He’s here because he wants to be.” She stated, not asked.

Still, Boba nodded. “The intricacies of our relationship is not for anyone else to judge, but yes. I don’t fuck slaves and I don’t pay for sex, regardless what my former profession would have lead you to think.” He sneered at her, rubbing at Din’s hair still to keep his love asleep.

The last thing he wanted was for him to be awake for this.

Organa narrowed her eyes at him again.

He didn’t blame her for not having a positive view of him but frankly, she could shove those thoughts right up her arse. “My father,” The two clones jumped, eyes focused on Boba at the mention of Jango but Boba glared at the fancy little Senator that thought her worldview was everything and everything fit in neat little boxes. “Was a slave, I saw his scars, I will never forget them. What my employers chose to do, I can not change, I was trying to survive and I was not created with a silver spoon in my mouth princess. But I am in charge of Tatooine now. My legacy will be different.” He glared darkly at her.

Organa looked like someone had put her neat little view of the galaxy in a box and shaken it up.

Snorting, Boba settled back, focusing on Din as he worked out a tangle of curls. “…My Princess needs someone there, someone he can trust to help him put himself together. And that’s all I will say about our relationship. Anything else will get you sent the fuck out on your ass in the sand Organa. Not even Skywalker or your nifty craft up there can cower that information out of me…” He shot a glance at her, an ugly smirk crossing his face. “But you know, as they say, like father like daughter.” He sneered.

Several things happened at once.

Organa gave a hiss like an angry cat, knowing exactly what Boba was hinting at, reaching for the blaster on her hip as she stood from the couch. The two clones desperately reached for her at the same time as they reached for their own weapons and Boba jerked too, reaching for his own.

Din beat him to the punch, jolting into action, grabbing Boba’s blaster from his hip and throwing himself onto his feet with the blanket wrapped around his waist still, knocking his calves into the caff table even as he placed the mouth of the blaster under Organa’s chin, eyes feverish but there in the moment, recognizing a threat.

Outside of Din, everyone froze, Din standing still as a statue with the blaster held to the New Republic Senator’s throat. “…Put your blaster down.” Din raspy voice murmured, eyes cold as she stared down at her.

Organa bared her teeth a bit, visibly frustrated only to jump when Boba spoke, reaching up to place his hand on Din’s lower back, rubbing his lower back. “Udesii ner kar’taylir darasuum. Udesii.”

Din didn’t move, though his hand quivered slightly.

“Please love, come back here little one,” Boba crooned quietly, breathing out quietly through his nose as Organa dropped back and Din mirrored the action, settling back down against Boba with a tired little noise. “There we go. You’re suppose to rest.” He semi scolded, carefully tucking the blanket around the other again and encouraging him back to Boba’s lap.

The other three were watching of course, Organa still bristling but the two former troopers, who Boba was certain now was Rex and Wolffe if his memory served right, were relaxing more.

It confused Boba, until he remembered… most clones knew some mandalorian.

The two knew what Boba had called Din.

Sending the two troopers a slightly angry look, the scars thankfully hiding most of his flush, Boba continued working Din to a drowsy contentment again, working out the adrenaline fueled battle instincts the hunter had honed through so many years.

Thankfully, Organa at least didn’t seem to know and while the other two could have told her, Boba instead launched into whatever kark Organa wanted so he could get them off his planet.

One day of peace, that’s all he wanted, one karking day.

Ori’jate, nuhoy jii ner runi = Very good, sleep now my soul

Udesii ner kar’taylir darasuum = Calm down my love.

Sweet Princess- a clone comes to court? Does Din know where Boba came from?

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Today was shaping up to be a bad day all over.

Din had finally been released from the medbay, sleeping in their room curled into Boba’s body for comfort while Boba latched almost desperately onto the other man, spending a long time awake simply watching Din in their bed, sleeping peacefully in Boba’s arms as his bruise mottled body relaxed.

However, his fever had spiked that morning and had woken both of them with a nightmare, Din babbling apologies as he sobbed brokenly, his hand curled between the two.

Russal had warned them that this could happen, Din’s kidnapping stint in a tiny cell that was alternatively hot then cold depending on day or night without anything to cover him along with blood loss, pain and no water or food leading to Din’s body to now coping with the trauma.

The fever and chills were almost guaranteed and Boba would have been surprised if Din didn’t have a nightmare or two after what had happened.

He took note that Din often clung to his collar, his good fingers wrapped around the ring of it, as if the reassuring weight was needed to remind him where he was as he pressed into Boba’s body.

Tacked onto that, Leia Organa had arrived on Tatooine, thankfully sans Han Solo as Boba wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold himself back from killing the laserbrain if he showed up.

However she had also brought clones with her as guards and Boba didn’t want Din to see them. A frightened part of Boba was worried about Din comparing them, finding Boba lacking in some manner.

Yet there was nothing he could do about that.

He wasn’t willing to leave Din alone in the bedroom, not in his current state after nightmares and fever and Leia Organa was not a woman you left to wait.

Which was why he greeted her in the throne room with Din sleeping against his shoulder, his sweetheart wearing Boba’s robe once more as Boba wanted the other more covered up than the pretty lingerie outfits he normally wore as Boba’s Princess.

Honestly, Din really should have his own but the other seemed to prefer to steal Boba’s clothes when he could.

It was why Boba kept more than one robe and a few extra shirts and tunics, just so Din could raid his closet at times.

The sight of a sleeping, almost bare man in a collar on Boba’s lap had not impressed Organa and the clones behind her was watching too with uneasy eyes, despite not talking. Neither of the two aging clones were impressed with what they were seeing obviously and Boba was almost certain that one of them were Captain Rex.

Not that he cared.

None were as little impressed as Organa though, the woman’s voice rising and Boba got it, he really did.

She had once been chained to this very dais as Jabba’s pet but by the first light, he wanted to jab her in the throat to shut her up, his own anger rising to match her spiteful words as he struggled not to wake Din.

All in vain as Organa’s voice finally rose loud enough to shake sand off the ceiling as she eyed some of the mottled bruises on Din’s legs and the bandage around his knee with disgust, the clone Boba thought was Rex reaching out to try and reel her in, the former princess reaching for the blaster on her belt, the situation rapidly deteriorating as Boba’s guards were going for theirs.

But her voice had finally woken Din, his fever doing what torture could not as he gave a small, frightened cry and jerked to in Boba’s lap like a skittish tooka, breaking the tension of the room.

Instantly Boba’s focus turned, his arms coming up protectively to prevent Din from falling from his lap. “Mesh’la, verd’ika, calm down, gedet’ye.” Boba murmured quickly, shifting one hand up to Din’s upper back, holding him in place while his other captured Din’s formerly injured hand, cradling it to his chest.

Shuddering, looking around shakily, glancing over at the stunned trio in front of the dais, Din swallowed thickly. “W-What’s going on?” He rasped quietly, blinking the grit out of his eyes, licking his dry lips.

“Organa came to see me, to… negotiate.” Boba stated quietly, his voice still pitching through the throne room but everyone that had spent more than a day in the court knew better than to interrupt when Boba was speaking with Din.

The trio in front was still too surprised at Boba’s behavior to make more fuss, the likely Rex clone hand on Organa’s shoulder.

Din let out a low noise, shifting slightly in the others lap. “Organa… the hutt slayer?” He questioned, glancing towards her when Organa let out a surprised noise.

Snorting quietly but nodding as he cradled Din’s hand to his chest still, Boba removed his other arm from around his lover to bite at the fingertip of his glove, removing it.

He spat it out into Din’s lap and reached up to the others forehead, hissing quietly as he pressed his hand to the others forehead, a dark frown on his face. “Your fever is just as bad as it was in the morning. You should be in bed.” Boba murmured disapprovingly, bare hand stroking over Din’s hair and settling on the back of his neck.

Shuffling, pressing into the others neck, Din whined. “Don’t want to be alone.” He rasped out.

Sighing faintly, Boba cuddled the other more to his chest. “Yeah, see, that’s why you’re here,” Boba agreed quietly, shooting Organa a brief, angry glance before focusing back on his lover. “Just a bit more and we can go back to our room,” He stated in a promising voice, smiling faintly when Din let out a soft, relieved noise that turned into a hum when Boba lifted Din’s hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the pinkie and ring finger. “Just a little longer Princess.” He promised quietly.

“What is…” Organa paused, lips pursed, eyes glancing between Din and Boba.

Snorting, Boba cradled Din to his chest. “Princess got abducted a few days ago, he only recently left the medical bay with permission of our medic.” He drawled, feeling Din shift to glance at the New Republic Senator and clones.

At the mention, Russal waved nervously from over at the bar where he he had been speaking with Cobb, Boba nodding in return to him even as he took note of the Marshal’s hand on his blaster still.

Organa’s brows furrowed, glancing between the medic and Din’s bandaged and bruised legs.

“I however don’t like leaving him alone, he’s sick and prone to nightmares at the moment,” Boba continued and felt Din press back into his neck, a humiliated little whine coming from the other and Boba smoothed his gloved hand over the others spine in apology as he continued staring at Organa. “Nevertheless, you arrived in a nifty star destroyer and demanded my presence, on my planet and seeing as who your brother is along with that death craft, I’d rather not risk bringing a Jetti down on my palace even if you only brought two guards with you down.” He sneered at Organa.

In his lap, Din tensed slightly at the mention of Luke and Boba continued rubbing at the others back while cradling the hand, feeling the ring and pinkie finger twitch slightly in his grasp as Din hand fisted.

Any mention of Luke always had Din slightly on edge, mostly since he knew that Boba didn’t actually approve of the man. But Boba knew better and left sleeping dogs lay, as long as Luke karking Skywalker behaved and taught Din’s adiik properly, Boba would keep his comments to himself.

Organa however could go eat a fist if she upset Din one more time. Din needed rest, not being scared awake.

At the moment she looked like she had eaten a lemon, her pretty face puckered up into a thoughtful scrowl as the two stared at each other, King of Tatooine and former Princess of Alderaan. A silent battle of wills that only broke when she glanced once more at Din, taking in the sweat gathering on Din’s dark skin along with the faint trembles bringing her empathy to the surface. “…Is there accommodation close to the palace?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest, indicating that she would not be accepting any rooms Boba offered her in the palace.

Not that he wanted to house her after she freaked Din out.

Grunting, Boba tilted his head to look to the bar. “Rive, the inn is fully operational in town, right?” He questioned one of his lieutenants.

The armored, blue skinned twi’lek let out a soft hum and nodded, ignoring Organa wholly as she only gave her attention to her boss. It shouldn’t amuse Boba, the show of pettiness that could make negotiation harder but honestly, every time one of his former slave turned captains or lieutenants decided they didn’t like someone for how they spoke to Boba or Din, it made the cold concave of his heart flutter with delight.

They had been there long enough to know that Din’s power over Boba stretched far beyond what a common ‘slave’ had and knew that Din knelt willingly at his feet. “Yes sir. La-Vulpa had it up and running last week. Far as I know, he has at least ten beds for outsiders and I don’t think there’s more than five at the moment down in the town.” Riva stated calmly.

Turning his head to look at Organa, Boba raised a brow, gnarled scar tissue pulling at the move.

She nodded harshly in return. “Then we’ll continue this tomorrow.”

A concession, small one but it meant Din and Boba could retreat, could rest.

Shifting his arms around the other man, Din letting out a questioning noise only to squeak and throw his arms around the others neck for support when Boba stood with Din in a princess carry. “Tomorrow then. Riva,” He turned back to his lieutenant. “Contact me if there’s any issues or if Shand returns, otherwise, we’re not to be disturbed.” Riva’s armored lekku’s twitched, scraping against her pauldrons before she raised a fist and tapped her chestplate twice, bowing her head in respect.

“Of course sir, enjoy the rest of your day,” Her eyes flickered to Din. “Speedy recovery Princess, court isn’t the same without you here.” Din looked up at that, blinking at Riva before smiling weakly, settling his head back into Boba’s neck.

‘Rest, yes, rest would be good.’ Boba made his way around the throne, ignoring the two clones staring after him and Din even as Organa was already moving for the stairs.

Maybe he and Din could take a second bath, try and sweat the fever out and not just for cleaning purposes but regardless, they were returning to bed.

Translation:

Mesh’la = beautiful

Verd’ika = little soldier

Gedet’ye = Please

Will there be more bonding between anakin and obiwan in lights through the cracks??? Love that fic

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Crawling into the bed quietly, Anakin snuggled up to his master’s chest with a little noise, feeling the others heavy, warm arm come down around him in a clinging motion.

Obi-Wan’s re-confinement to his Hall room wasn’t as bad as the last time thankfully, Healer Che said he wouldn’t be in the room for as long likely and he was allowed visitor a day after he had his setback.

Something Anakin appreciated as he wanted his master back again, curling up in their quarter on their couch.

Nuzzling slowly into the other when Obi-Wan tucked him under his chin, Anakin let out a soft noise when Obi-Wan petted at the back of his head but opted not to say anything.

He knew from the healers that Obi-Wan needed rest, that his outburst had left him fatigued both in body and in spirit and the more he rested, the sooner he could get back out.

Really, Anakin wouldn’t have needed the healers to tell him that, he could tell Obi-Wan was very tired the moment he stepped into the room and Obi-Wan had simply blinked at him from the bed and then lifted his blanket and arm in a welcoming motion.

So if Obi-Wan simply wanted to cuddle and not do anything else, then Anakin was fine with that.

It had been a long day anyhow, dueling with the other padawans during saber lessons and nav lessons, not to mention that Master Mace had taken him aside for moving meditation right after lunch.

It left him sore but feeling accomplished when the master of the order fondly ruffled at his hair and told him he was showing improvements.

The praise had him both flushing and yet preening, beaming up at the tall man as he smiled slightly down at him.

“How was your day?” Obi-Wan’s soft, almost drowsy voice had Anakin snapping out of his own head.

Shrugging as best he could, he fiddled with the front of Obi-Wan’s tunic, playing with the lapels. “Okay, but long. Master Drallig had us go through the fountain fall katas, all fifty of them and master Mace had me doing moving meditation with him after lunch for three hours.” He explained quietly.

Obi-Wan hand paused on the back of his head, an amused huff escaping him when Anakin whined. “Was it too much for you? I can talk to Master Mace if you needed more rest. Or food.” Anakin could hear the anxiety building in the other voice.

Obi-Wan was always full of anxiety when it came to Anakin’s care, always trying to make sure that Anakin knew there were choices, to ensure he ate and drank, that he rested, that he could come to Obi-Wan or another master for help.

Just like Anakin’s mom.

‘He’s fragile, just like mom too. Just in a different way.’ The thought came unbidden and Anakin’s stomach ached at the thought, the need to make sure Obi-Wan was fine itching through him before he breathed deeply in through his nose and out of his mouth like Master Depa had showed him.

Nuzzling slowly, Anakin shook his head slightly. “No, it was fine. I enjoyed it. But I think I might go with Knight Bant tomorrow to the swimming pool you two showed me.” He stated shyly, grinning when Obi-Wan let out a mixed relieved and amused hum.

Anakin liked Knight Bant, she was helping him learn how to swim and the pool in particular she and Obi-Wan had taken him to was a warm one.

Swimming or even just standing in the water and floating on his back made Anakin muscle feel so much better after a long day of training and he loved the warm pool. Bant had said it was made to mimic a hot springs from stewjoni, giving Obi-Wan an amused look as she said it.

Obi-Wan had just muttered and flapped his hand at her before stepping into the water and carefully guiding the desert born boy into the water until he was waist deep, smiling reassuringly while promising not to let go of his hands.

Tightening his grip on Obi-Wan’s lapels, Anakin promised to himself that he wouldn’t let go of Obi-Wan’s hands either.

He’d be there through thick and thin.