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any chance on an update in needfortouch? how’s din doing?

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If Boba was asked, he’d wonder if Skywalker’s nose worked or if he was just heartless because he couldn’t understand how the Jedi had accepted the pup when Din came back smelling like that.

Like pain, grief and sour loss that seemed to be sending Dune into a tizzy as Din swayed towards the ramp and a waiting Boba.

It hadn’t escaped Boba that the Nite owl alpha at Kryze side was wearing her helmet and staying far back even as Kryze followed, the redhead’s face taunt even she tried to get the man to fight her there and then for the darksaber.

At least one of them had respect enough not to hassle Din right in that moment, even if her leader was trying to get a fight out of the man.

It made Boba’s lips pull into a snarl at the sight as he stepped down to grasp the taller man by the shoulder.

Boba didn’t put up with that shit and had pulled Din into the bowels of Slave 1, Dune and Kryze snarling at each other on the ramp with Shand quickly slipping up to the cockpit to get them ready to leave, recognizing that Boba would deal with the bounty hunter.

Boba focused on the broken omega, his hand resting on his shoulder as he pushed and pulled the man along slowly and steadily until he had Din in his quarters.

Din barely twitched at entering the alpha’s territory, one he had made clear to everyone to not enter.

But Din…

Boba couldn’t leave him just in the cargo hold in the makeshift beds right now, not with the grief practically wafting off him.

He could feel every instinct he had suppressed for years come roaring to life, telling him to protect and kill for the omega, telling him that his new packmate was in danger.

There was nothing he could do though, the danger was already past and done and now Din had to cope.

Which was why Boba carefully unlaced and undid the others armor, his concern rising when he didn’t even get a token protest, simply Din swaying on his feet.

“Easy…” He rumbled, setting Din’s helmet on his own armor stand for now, noting that it would need polishing as he set the darksaber on a weapon hook and the beskar spear to the wall.

Taking the helmet from the other man, he noted with even more concern that the back of it was slightly dented in, wondering what kind of force could do that kind of damage and quickly he grasped the other by the chin to look at his eyes.

It didn’t look like the other had a concussion, his pupils weren’t large or unfocused.

He simply looked… lost, standing in his kute in front of Boba, blinking down at him.

Boba still checked on the back of the others head, running his fingers through sweat stiff hair with gentle fingers. There was a tell tale sign of a bump back there but not much else thankfully, so, with his armor now on the stand, Boba guided Din to the bed and Boba’s den.

He carefully had the man settle down on the edge and then knelt, ignoring his aching knees as he did, undoing the others boots and pulling them off, grimacing internally as he noted the other wasn’t wearing socks and a quick check confirmed to him that Din had blisters on the heels of his feet. ‘Di’kut.’ He thought sadly, wondering if that was aimed at himself or at Din.

Not that he blamed the other too much, having lost everything on his ship outside of what he was wearing, a gear shift ball and a beskar spear.

“Why?” The soft, raspy voice made Boba look up, meeting those large, lost eyes.

Reaching up slowly, trying not to spook the other, Boba cupped Din’s cheek, watching how the others eyelids fluttered slightly at the touch. “…We could be pack,” Boba rumbled quietly, watching the others eyes focus on him again. “But regardless, right now, you’re hurting and I won’t leave you to hurt without doing something to sooth it, until you’re sound of mind.” He stated quietly.

Din simply stared at him before quietly hunching over and wrapping his arms around himself, shaking with silent tears.

Slowly, Boba encouraged the other down and into his den, let Din turn around towards the wall and curl up around one of the large pillows he had invested for his den.

Boba knew that the main bedroom of Slave 1 was a luxury for a ship and in that moment, he was grateful that he had invested in making a proper den in it as he let the omega cry, his potential packmate seeking comfort and safety of Boba’s nest.

He felt the ship vibrate, Fennec finally getting them out and away from the cruiser but didn’t move, remained kneeling by the bed as he instead settled his hand on Din’s head, stroking the man’s temple with his thumb. “That’s it… just let it out… just let it out.” Boba whispered quietly, sitting with the other as Din let himself cry for all the losses he had.

Di’kut =idiot

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.

d’awww sweet princess, they’re being so sweet with each other even if Boba is pissing Leia off.

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Smiling softly as he continued affectionately rubbing Din’s feet, doing his best to ignore the bruise mottled skin covering the other’s body as too  much staring made Din self conscious and uncomfortable, Boba instead focused on the look of contentment on Din’s beautiful face.

Laying propped on the practically obscene amount of pillows on their bed in all the colors of the rainbow in simply his shorts, Din was the picture of comfort in the slight sunlight peeking in through the curtains, his lashes resting gently against his cheeks as he breathed steadily.

If it wasn’t for the minute shifting now and again, Boba would think the other asleep as he drew soft, steady breaths in his nose and out his slightly open mouth.

As it was, Din was simply so comfortable and content that he was relaxing, the buzz of his head silent.

It thrilled the deep parts of Boba that wanted the other coddled and soothed the parts of him that wanted Din’s trust, to see the other with his eyes closed against their bed.

Occasionally when he shifted, the sun would glint of his collar and Boba’s attention would be drawn to it, his own mind buzzing with comfort as he was reminded that now Din’s collar could only be unlocked with a biolock and would shock anyone that was not him or Din trying to remove it or even touching Din.

Worst case scenario, it also had a tracker built into it.

Din had initially thrown a small fit about Boba wanting his collar for a few days, both his hands holding onto it around his neck with wide, almost betrayal filled eyes, sitting upright against the headboard of their bed.

The look had hurt Boba deep into his soul and he had quickly soothed the other while explaining himself to Din.

He wasn’t taking the collar away for good, just for a few days, just to equip it with safety and protective features for the future. With the explanation, Din had relaxed, though Boba had noted that Din was antsy over the next few days, causing Boba to work faster on the collar and delay several meetings.

He had pissed of several of his liaisons off world, people he knew would be even more difficult to work with after being ignored as Boba had done to focus on the collar.

But it was worth it in his eyes when he clicked the collar back around Din’s neck and saw how the others shoulders relaxed, curious tanned fingers brushing at the beskar that once more lined his throat.

No one was going to harm Din again as Princess or abduct him, because the moment someone tried to touch the collar, an alert would go to Boba’s gauntlet.

He would be informed, the tracker would go live and Din would be found as fast as Boba could move.

Every precaution was now taken, additional guards where Din ventured as Princess, holo cams with no blind spots with as many as had been set up with a direct feed to Boba’s office and Din’s collar equipped.

No, no one would harm Din again without severe consequences and if he had to put a blaster in Din’s hand as Princess while out in public, he would.

Everyone knew that Din was capable of murder even without a blaster, so Boba had no qualms about putting a blaster in his hands and telling him to shoot the first one that touched him without permission

He would never again have this situation happen, to feel so helpless in the face of danger to a loved one.

Especially one as precious to him as Din was.

And even more important, Din was never to put in a situation of hurt and pain again, not on Boba’s planet and especially not in his palace.

Their palace.

Curving his hand around the heel of Din’s left food, he raised carefully, watching Din’s face for a sign of discomfort only to find the other cracking one eye open to a silver to watch. It made him smile as he raised Din’s foot fully as he bent his head, pressing a soft kiss to the arch of the foot.

Din’s cheeks flushed a bit, a shy smile crossing his lips at the action.

Unable to resist, Boba pressed a few more kisses over the arch and up to the ankle, rubbing gently at the heel, keeping his gaze locked with Din’s now open eyes. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum Din.” He whispered quietly against the sun tanned skin, Din having turned darker under the suns of Tatooine as Princess.

Din’s cheeks darkened to a ruddy red, his smile growing into that sweet smile Boba had come to adore so much from his little one, his Princess. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum balyc Boba.”  He murmured.

Placing the other’s foot back down on the bed, Boba crawled forward, his right hand reaching in to carefully run his fingertips against warm skin until he was leveled with Din’s face, settling his forearms on the pillows to cage the others head in.

He only settled his body down in the lightest of pressure, too aware of how badly of the other was still sore and hurting even if he was recovering. Boba’s own scars often reminding him to be gentle as they ached with phantom pain or sensitivity. But enough pressure that Din knew he was there as Boba carefully pressed their foreheads together.

Din pressed gently back, returning the mirshmure’cya as they shared the air from each others lungs, Din’s right hand coming up to slowly stroke over the back of Boba’s head and neck. His left remained settled on his own chest.

Boba suspected it was a subconscious decision, a protective move by the mando.

But in that moment, he was more preoccupied peering into Din’s dark eyes, relief in his soul as Din’s fever was as good as gone while he enjoyed the intimacy of their Keldable kiss.

“Ner Cabur. Cabur be ner kar’ta.” Din whispered quietly, the coveted title singing along Boba’s veins with Din’s breath washing over his face.

Not like the title of buir’ika.

That was for play.

But to be Din’s protector, to guard him not only physically but to guard his heart and soul after all Din had gone through…

Catching Din’s left hand, bringing it to his lips, Boba breathed out shakily. “Mesh’la… you honor me.” He didn’t have any other words for what Din was giving him, his chest feeling too tight.

Din just continued smiling slightly, his hand still slowly stroking over the back of Boba’s head as he entrusted all he was and all he could be into the other’s hands.

But then again, wasn’t Boba doing the same?

The thought settled into Boba’s chest and he felt himself settle at the thought, smiling slightly as he stole a sweet kiss from Din’s lips, still holding Din’s damaged hand to his chest.

He was fine with that, trusting himself to Din.

Trusting himself to the one he loved more than his own life.

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum = I love you

Balyc = Also

Mirshmure’cya = Keldable kiss (nickname for a headbutt)

Ner Cabur = My protector

Cabur be ner kar’ta  = Protector of my heart

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.

I just read your fic «He is Ours» and it’s amaaaaazing. Any chance for more snippets from that verse? Particularly making use of the large 5 person bed? Or just even the clones doing what they can (in their own dark way) to get Obi-wan to feel comfortable and accept his new place in life.

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I have no idea which fic this is. I tried searching up, he is ours but nothing showed up… Not even the masterlist had anything

Edit: ah, I see, its an AO3 oneshot thing, Well, maybe, we¨’ll see

AWOL Jedi is so good! You’ve really outdone yourself! ^^I’m super excited to find out what happens next with the great Coruscant escape and all the little clones! I wonder if we will see some troopers and/or Jedi stepping up and adopting some tiny clone children?

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Raising his finger, vaguely gesturing to the tanks in front of him, Obi-Wan opened his mouth without a word escaping him, turning his head to look at the amused looking commander standing at his side.

When Obi-Wan didn’t seem to find the words he wanted, Cody shrugged slightly. “Yeah, I don’t know what to tell you General. We found them while removing the other tubies and getting them into the ship.” Cody looked back to the tubes.

Obi-Wan too did, tilting his head before reaching out, hesitating then pressing his hand to the warm glass. The touch made it easier to reach out and touch the brilliant little signatures of the babies in front of him.

The clones.

His clones, five little redheads, growing slowly and steadily as these were untampered clones.

Why had the kaminoan’s thought to do this?

Glancing at the others, Obi-Wan let out a small noise as he stared at the other clones, his eyes lingering on Anakin’s for a touch longer and then looked to Cody again. “We… we already have another one of Yoda’s kind in the order, a babe. It will be good for him to have others around him.” His mind latched onto that.

It was easier to consider the longevity of Yoda and Grogu with the little clones of Yoda, knowing that they would all be able to latch onto each other. They would lose other beings as age and death came for them, slowly but steadily as the years progressed but even as they grew older, they would still be there for each other.

Brilliant little lights of Force sensitivity, able to keep each other company, provide each other support.

Cody tilted his head, eyeing Obi-Wan seriously for a few moments before realizing that the other just didn’t have the capacity to deal with this BS today when he had only just arrived back home last night.

Humming quietly, Cody nodded in understanding, crossing his arms over his chest. “The medics say that there will be a few months before they can be removed from the tubes. Same with the youngest of the trooper clones.” He tacked on.

Due to there being several donors, one couldn’t just call them ‘clones of Jango’ anymore.

Obi-Wan actually knew that Cody and Rex were among the donors of the younger clones, due to their success rates and he suspected that Bly and Wolffe was also donors that had been used to create their younger vode.

He was relieved that Cody recognized that Obi-Wan was just to done to deal with this today.

Especially since he was also sick.

A trickle in the back of his throat warned him, his arm raising to catch his cough as it rattled through his aching chest.

His lowered immune system had not been happy with the trip to Coruscant and then back, something Helix and the other CMO had warned the Jedi that suffered from permanently lowered immune systems from the abuse of stims during the war that trips off planet could lead to respiratory infections.

Most commonly, a cold.

Cody’s hand settled on his back, rubbing slowly and gently. “How about we return to the rest of the 212th, hmm? I bet you Longshot has some warm tea ready for you already.” He stated softly and Obi-Wan fought not to moan at the idea.

Warm tea with maybe a dash of honey sounded beautiful and he quietly followed the other as he heard Aayla coming running down the hall, likely having been informed about her own little clones. He barely got a nod from her as she burst into the room with Bly following close behind.

He and Cody paused, blinking back into it as Aayla zeroed in on her clones, standing in front of them with a reverent touch to the closest tube, a conflicting mix of emotions from love to fear echoing into the Force.

“…Huh, she reacted better than Skywalker did.” Cody mused out loud and Obi-Wan glanced at the warped durasteel panel of the north wall.

Yeah… he wasn’t going to deal with all that yet. “Tea.” He plaintively stated, grasping Cody’s hand with the man’s face softened, his commander pulling him along with a smile.

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.

Dangerous galaxy- unwanted pregnancy? Is this an omegaverse, or just a universe where cis men can get pregnant? What’s Obi-Wan not telling?

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Okay, so I feel like warning people that some males in this universe now has that ability. I won’t be going into graphic details but a few people pointed out how Depa and Caleb look a LOT alike and how Obi-Wan and Cal look alike and so on though there won’t be any more than mentions of the ability.

I’m basically handwaving and going ‘this is star wars, there are aliens that lay eggs all over, giant slugs that uses space drugs, people able to read memories from touching an item with bare skin and sentient fungus people, at this point, males giving birth is the is one of the least oddest things.’ and putting it down to how many human subspieces there are with a few where both males and females are able to carry.

So not EVERY dude but some, depending on where they’re from and what bloodline they got.

Drink too much, Din needs more spoiling!

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The first time Din had purred for them, it had been a pitiful thing.

Low, scratchy and broken, just like the man himself.

Din had of course tried to purr for Boba, when it was just him and the King of Tatooine, but the noise never quite emerged and only came out as a rusty low vibration in his chest more than anything. It had still been too close to the time he had given up Grogu to Skywalker and Boba had never blamed Din for it.

Not when Din hadn’t purred for anyone in literal years as Din had been alone and abusing his suppressants for years.

And the omega had literally gone through losing his covert, his pack, his home, ship with his nest and his adi’ik in less than half a year, Boba would actually be more worried if Din had managed to purr properly after that so soon.

Especially after the last one.

Separation from your kit was never an easy thing and then there was the major injury that Din himself had not alerted them to.

Oh no, that they had hear that through Cara Dune.

Nice woman but dank farrik if both Paz and Boba hadn’t been upset to hear about it, especially when Dune had slowly informed them both that Din had almost died, would have if it wasn’t for the droid. Informed them about the dark, clotty blood that had come out from under the helmet and the amount of bacta the man had been required to go through after for his head injury.

The fact that Din hadn’t come away from that with lasting impact, especially the stunt with the whipcord and the tie-fighter was a miracle.

A miracle that he didn’t have a lasting brain injury or that the power when he had been jerked around by the tie-fighter hadn’t done something to his back.

Though the last one Paz wasn’t sure about and had mentioned to Boba that he didn’t think that Din had his back issues before but couldn’t be sure, as their relationship prior to the covert distruction had been antagonistic at best from time to time.

And neither had yet had the courage to ask, only provide succor when Din’s back locked up and he avoided bending or doing anything to strain his back more than he already was.

Like today.

Pressing a soft kiss to Din’s shoulder after setting the quick working pain relieve, Boba set the hypo aside and spooned their omega. “Easy, just let the painkiller work as we wait for the patch to set in.” He rumbled quietly, Din whining quietly.

The smell of their omega in pain had Boba’s teeth on edge and he pressed closer to the other, feeling the analgesic patch on the others lower back rubbing against his own bare stomach as he spooned Din. Carefully he tucked his arm around his omega and rubbed at Din’s stomach slowly, hoping he was bringing the other a mediocre of relief and comfort.

“When is Paz coming back?” Din rasped out, shifting a pillow between his legs as he had been advised by their medic, Russal. The zabrak had informed them that a pillow between the leg made the spine go into a neutral position while also easing the strain in the back, something Boba had not been aware of and happily taken on board for himself too when his own back made a bitch feast.

“Any moment now, you know he needs to get the ice from kitchen.” Boba murmured reassuringly. Paz would most likely be running but it was still a good ten minutes to the kitchen and back and the minutes it would take Paz to fill a icebag.

Obviously those minutes were too long for Din, even as the painkiller started taking the edge of, Boba hoping that the patch would kick in soon too. But finally, Paz stepped in, removing his helmet and setting it up on the helmet shelf, his soft sleep pants carrying grains of sand. Paz however didn’t seem to noticed and was crawling into their mixed den and nest, crooning comfortingly at Din as Boba inwardly winced as he sat up in bed.

They’d have to clean the bed again but he wasn’t about to say that right now, right now they had a mate to care for.

Carefully Boba and Paz shifted the other until he was laying on his stomach between them and Paz smoothed a chilled hand down along the others spine. “Alright Din, I’m going to place this on your lower back, you ready?” He questioned, warning the other so he wouldn’t contract his muscles too much.

The big alpha was sporting a dark frown and Boba knew why, Din’s lower back muscles being hot to the touch and Boba knew they’d have to convince Din to see Russal about it at some point, especially if their omega decided he wanted kits.

Whimpering faintly, Din nodded into the pillow in his arms. “Please. I know it will feel bet-eep!” He gasped as the icepack made contact, shuddering heavily as he fought his own muscles, goosebumps raising on the dark skin of the naked man.

Slowly however, he started to relax against the silky green and blue sheets and pillows of their nest, breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth. Over his head, Boba and Paz traded worried glances, carefully laying down around Din to stroke and pet at him.

Sometimes, spoiling their omega boiled down to the care they could provide to him, Din soaking up the comfort like a dry sponge thrown into water.

Boba would never get tired of that even as he wished Din wasn’t in pain, spoiling Din with silky sheets as Paz had found in the market or by loving care never failed to make him feel warm inside. “Once the analgesic patch is working,” He stated in a low, tender voice, Din letting out a low nosie to indicate he was listening. “I’m giving you a massage, a long one.” He promised.

Both Paz and Boba smiled at the sweet little whimper of approval that got, Paz rubbing slowly at Din’s wild, soft hair and Boba rubbing slowly at their omegas nape, gently scruffing him from time to time.