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I love Heatedteen, here a quick cute idea anakin presents as a omega and nests with obi-wan, nothing sexual just soft ‘this is mine’ anakin, ( bc i’m tired of alpha anakin to be honest)

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Leaning into the side of the redhead, Anakin tiredly watched as the council masters spoke with Padme, ignoring the way she was glancing his way as he instead clung to Obi-Wan’s hand.

During his shock heat, the amount of pheromones in the air had triggered Anakin’s own presentation, following the older man into becoming an omega as he entered pseudo heat.

For the first time in days, Obi-Wan had made his entire focus someone other than Qui-Gon, his eyes focused on Anakin.

It wasn’t that Obi-Wan hadn’t cared for Anakin but his focus had been mostly on the health of his recuperating master.

It had been a bit overwhelming as Obi-Wan had gone from holding Qui-Gon’s hand and ensuring Anakin ate to suddenly picking Anakin up and gently bundling him into a nest, crooning quietly as he held the boy to his chest.

Overwhelming… but safe.

Anakin was reminded of his mother, curled into Obi-Wan’s chest, the sweet scent in his nose and the warmth of their combined nest wrapped around them. Obi-Wan’s heartbeat had been a steady music under his ear, soothing and sending Anakin into a drowsy state despite the uncomfortable sensation heat gave him.

He hadn’t really considered what designation he’d have, his mother had been a beta, he had just kinda assumed…

Well, it didn’t matter now, he had presented and he was an omega.

And considering the way the Naboo had been treating Obi-Wan on the ship, Anakin’s body had taken his decision for him, he was not going to stay on Naboo if all they thought he was good for was to carry babies.

Nope, ew, no.

Anakin wanted to visit every star!

He wanted to become a Jedi and come back to Tatooine and free his mother.

He wanted…

He wanted Obi-Wan to hold him close and carry him around again.

Seemingly hearing Anakin’s thought, Obi-Wan suddenly bent and lifted Anakin up, settling the slightly too large and too old boy onto his hip as Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck in return as he was seated on Obi-Wan’s hip with one of his arms supporting under Anakin’s bum.

Both ignored the gazes of the council and Nabooan even as Qui-Gon smiled tiredly at them from the medbed stretcher he was resting on, an oxygen mask covering his face.

Anakin didn’t understand and Obi-Wan didn’t care, as on omega, his need to care for someone was rather dominant and Anakin, regardless of presenting, was still a child. And so he would treat Anakin as the child he was, cuddling him into his side before bowing to the Queen and minister and then making his way up the ramp with the stretcher, his gaze switching between looking where he was going and looking at his master, clearly concerned for both his charges as the stretcher continued on it’s programmed path.

“What’s going to happen to me?” Anakin whispered quietly, glancing over Obi-Wan’s shoulders to watch the council.

He was still scared of them, they didn’t like him and Anakin wanted to hide from them when he felt the gaze of the small green one.

Obi-Wan, his hand rubbing Anakin’s back, let out a soft crooning noise. “You’re coming with me to the temple where I’ll be taking you on as my padawan.” He murmured softly, turning down a hallway with the stretcher that Anakin assumed was the direction of the medbay.

Much to his relief, the council masters didn’t follow them, though the kel dor paused in the hallway and gave Anakin a little wave much to the former slaves confusion. He waved back uncertainly. “Really?” He whispered, leaning into Obi-Wan’s shoulder and resting his chin.

“Master Qui-Gon can’t train you,” Obi-Wan hummed, hugging Anakin to him. “And your my kit now, separating isn’t doable regardless and I’m not sending away a newly presented child. You’re stuck with me kiddo… if you’ll have me?” He tacked on, his words coming out more like a question than a statement.

Blinking heavily, Anakin raised his head from the shoulder to blink at Obi-Wan, the two staring at each other as the redhead paused in the hallway.

Slowly, a smile stretched across both of their faces, understanding echoing through both.

It might be unorthodox and rushed… but they had chosen each other.

Anakin would be a Jedi.

I absolutely adore AwolJedi and early on in the story you said that Obi-Wan had a permanently lowered immunity system and I was wondering if maybe we could see something with that? Maybe he catches something that’s supposed to be pretty harmless but for him it’s actually worse? OR I’m in move with the idea of Helix just hiding out in bushes and trees and following his General every where with his medic supplies just in case something happens to Obi-Wan hahaha

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It was bound to happen.

Vercopa was a new world with new air and pathogens just waiting and Obi-Wan immunity was low due to the stim abuse during the war that Helix hadn’t caught onto in time along with the almost adrenaline poisoning he had gotten.

So finally Obi-Wan along with Kit, Quinlan, Aayla, four knights and eight padawans were now sick and isolated from the rest of the Jedi, especially the children.

Honestly, it wasn’t the worst illness ever but Obi-Wan, with his immune system already compromised, suffered worse than the others.

Of course, the troopers stepped in instantly.

Cody, still on leave from work, took Obi-Wan with him to his tent that he shared with Rex, captain and commander making a literal nest on the floor as Obi-Wan coughed and coughed and coughed.

Clones, due to the kaminoans interference in Jango’s genetic code, were sturdier than regular humans and therefore they didn’t worry about getting sick.

Or well, most of them.

Some of the genetic codings were a bit off after all, especially since decommissioning were banned when the clones were found by the Jedi.

So some brothers with weaker immune system than the others were also isolated from the Jedi. Longshot had given a loud cry of denial when told that before sulking off to go work, a very unhappy camper as he wanted to go look after the padawans clearly.

Obi-Wan however didn’t respond well to being cooped up, so the second day, he had tried to get out of bed as Cody went over some supply requisitions at the desk, the commander barely managing to turn in time to catch the dizzy Jedi. “Hey, no, where do you think you’re going?” He stated sternly, raising his hand to rest the back of it to Obi-Wan’s forehead.

Still feverish and Obi-Wan’s pale skin was clammy and flushed as he leaned heavily on Cody. And even more, Obi-Wan was whining, like a cadet right after decanting. “Wanna go…to rec tent. Boring. People, please Cody.” He whined, tugging slightly on Cody’s tunic.

Shifting slightly, Cody stared at his General before huffing slightly at the pleading look sent his way.

Obi-Wan wanted company.

Considering Cody spent his time in a mix of either talking at Obi-Wan or working and Rex was off on farm work, he couldn’t quite blame the other for wanting more people around.

‘Rec tent isn’t the worst idea…’ Cody mused, shifting the two around until he could lean for the bed and pull one of the blankets off, wrapping it around Obi-Wan’s shaking form.

Obi-Wan let out another small whine, one Cody knew Obi-Wan would later deny making before squeaking as Cody lifted him up bridal style.

“Cody?” The Jedi rasped out, settling his head on the troopers shoulder with some confusion.

Striding forward, making a straight beeline for the rec tent, Cody let out a small, shushing noise even as he inwardly marveled at the lack of argument over being carried. “We’re going to the rec room. The 212th are all there, they got off shift an hour ago.” He explained, chuckling quietly when Obi-Wan let out quiet, happy noises.

The moment they stepped in, there was a chorus of greetings, the troopers happy if worried to see Obi-Wan and Helix shot to his feet at the sight.

Cody just shook his head at the medic, turning towards the beanbags, gratefully watching one of the shiny’s, Tupper, evacuate one of them rather quickly.

Kneeling down, ignoring the sore twinge from his back, Cody settled Obi-Wan down into the already warm beanbag and grabbed a second blanket, wrapping it tightly around the Jedi as Obi-Wan cuddled down into the bag. “Alright, you’re here now.” He smirked.

Obi-Wan let out a grouchy little noise before smiling around.

Helix materialized beside them, reaching out and pressing the back of his hand to Obi-Wan’s forehead while gazing at Cody, eyes demanding an explanation as he felt the fever was still aching through Obi-Wan.

Shrugging, Cody sat back on his heels. “He was bored and was trying to get here on his own.” He stated in lieu of explanation, knowing Helix would understand. And from the frustrated but knowing look crossing Helix face, the medic did.

It wasn’t easy to keep Jedi down and bored Jedi were even harder. Cody bringing him to the tent was the best solution as it would keep Obi-Wan occupied but also keep him semi on bed rest still as he was curled up in the beanbag.

And from the sight of Obi-Wan sleepily smiling at everyone and rasping out sleepy answers as people talked to him, it wouldn’t take long for Obi-Wan to actually fall asleep again.

This way, they could keep an eye on him as there was no way the Jedi was going to escape under the watch of this many troopers.

Reaching out, Cody ran his fingers through Obi-Wan’s shoulder length hair, mentally noting to ask if the Jedi needed a haircut or not as Obi-Wan let out a tiny, pleased noise and leaned into the touch, eyes closing as Helix went to fetch something warm for the Jedi to drink.

Obi-Wan opening Anakin’s gift in snowwhitepurity?!

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A warm hand was resting on the small of his back, Anakin’s breath still washing over his ear and the back of his neck as pressure was gently applied and Obi-Wan automatically stumbled forward on what felt like coltish, awkward legs.

His mind felt a bit static and his body heavy but he obeyed without really thinking, moving to the bed and reaching with a shaking hand to the black bag.

The solid feeling of it in his hand brought him back and he turned his head, a vulnerable look on his face as he stared at Anakin’s expecting and smug face.

Whatever look he was sporting, his stomach twisting, it softened Anakin instantly. His padawan instantly reached up and brushed his knuckles over Obi-Wan’s cheek. “It’s alright master, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He murmured.

‘Nothing? I’m standing here with-with the evidence of my deviancy in my hand and my own padawan knows what I am doing!’ Obi-Wan’s mind couldn’t help but hysterically point out.

He didn’t say it thought as Anakin reached down and gently bumped his knuckles against Obi-Wan’s hand holding the bag. “Open it. I got it for you. I had to go to a lower level store.” He stated, excited returning.

It made Obi-Wan pause a bit, because it didn’t sound like Anakin knew that Obi-Wan already went to the same store.

Swallowing down his shame and shock, Obi-Wan slowly reached into the bag, feeling something soft and silky.

Actually, several somethings.

Anakin had gotten Obi-Wan several things.

Glancing at the other once more, finding Anakin switching between looking at him and looking at the bag with obvious excitement and eagerness, Obi-Wan felt a bit of his shame settle.

Anakin didn’t seem disgusted?

Slowly, he withdrew the first item, the sensation of the fabric telling him it was chiffon.

It was a babydoll button up and Obi-Wan stared at the sheer chiffon, blinking at it.

He didn’t have this kind and it was obviously meant as nightwear.

Carefully he settled it over his other arm holding the bag then reached back into it, pulling out another item.

Boyshorts, pale blue, cute with little lace trimming in white, they were cute looking and looked like they should fit Obi-Wan, which wasn’t shocking. Anakin had picked up Obi-Wan’s clothes order from the quarter master before, he’d seen Obi-Wan’s size requirement.

The third item proved to be a bralette and that was the only thing that puzzled Obi-Wan a bit, the Jedi pausing to rub the fabric between his fingers a bit.

“They’re already clean master.” Anakin suddenly announced, bringing Obi-Wan’s attention back to him.

“I’m sorry?” He rasped out.

Blue eyes once more turned soft, the hand in the small of his back rubbing gently and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder what Anakin was seeing to put him in that mood. “They’re clean, you can put them on now. I had them washed before I placed them on your bed.” He explained in a low, intimate tone.

‘He wants me to wear them.’ Obi-Wan swallowed, glancing at the chiffon babydoll.

It did look pretty.

Slowly he nodded, letting out a low noise as Anakin turned him around, the removal of his hand from Obi-Wan’s lower back leaving him a bit cold.

Eager hands started at Obi-Wan’s belt, Anakin glancing up often for permission as he started to divest his master for clothes. Obi-Wan didn’t stop him, anxieties and excitement spurring him on, the Jedi master opting to watch his padawan closely for a sign of disgust or cruel amusement.

He only glimpsed excitement and something softer.

His tunic open, the romper he was wearing came into sight, Anakin pausing to inspect what little he could see before he reached out and carefully picked the gift off Obi-Wan’s arm, suspending it in the air in a show of frivolous Force use and yet any scolding had turned to ash on Obi-Wan’s tongue as Anakin removed his tunic and set it aside on Obi-Wan’s dresser.

Anakin flickered his eyes over the top of the cream romper again, a huff of air escaping him. “I was right… you do look lovely in these master.” He murmured, tongue darting out to lick over his lips.

‘He doesn’t think I’m disgusting… he doesn’t think I’m a deviant pervert… he thinks I look good.’ Obi-Wan embarrassingly felt the press of tears at the back of his eyes and before he knew it, a low, grating sob escaped the back of his throat.

Panic echoed in blue eyes but before Anakin could react, Obi-Wan threw his arms around the taller man and pulled him into a hug, holding on tight as he shook through his sobs.

It was shocking how much the idea of Anakin discovering and hating Obi-Wan for his like had grated but to know that Anakin not only accepted but liked it?

It was filling him with relief, with joy and Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in him to stop crying as arms came slowly around him to hug tightly in return, Anakin whispering quiet nonsense with his lips to Obi-Wan’s temple.

Anakin accepted him.

Moddy, you DO know that it’s ok for Obi-Wan to not always forgive Qui-Gon and pretend that his hurts inflicted by Qui-Gon aren’t valid just so Qui-Gons doesn’t pity party himself?

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…do you know that this is my stories, I am the writer and that Qui-Gon is not always forgiven actually, only in most? Or are you going to come tell me how to write what I want on my site?

If you don’t like it…

and the fact that you are on anon gives you less validity to me anyhow. If you don’t like reading Qui-Gon getting forgiven or those two idiots moving past what happened, I politiely request that you WRITE YOUR OWN FIC if mine bothers you so much.

Ok ok ok you can’t just drop that bomb like that, i need to know when obi wan cried with rage and why he doesn’t remember (yeah thats a prompt and yeah i’m the same anon from before) and this is appart, if Obi Wan were a Sith he would cry red crystals? And thank you for answering me, muy inglish isnt very good si thank you

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Walking by his master’s side, Anakin eyed the other from the corner of his eye.

The other looked relaxed, as if being in the Rotunda was a daily thing for him, not letting on the uncomfortableness he was really feeling.

Anakin could feel it though, the sensation in their bond feeding back to him along with Obi-Wan’s annoyance as they sometimes stopped to speak with certain senators that intercepted them.

‘It’s a good thing Senator Organa is willing to be our cover, Zigoola must have been one hell of a mission to give even a null that much understanding of Sith.’ Anakin mused as he put on a bored expression, glancing around the hall as Obi-Wan spoke to Senator… Diruva?

Ugh, Anakin couldn’t keep the names right honestly, which was why Obi-Wan was speaking and Anakin was scanning, looking for clues, for hints to the Sith.

Scanning for evidence both physical and in the Force.

And trying to avoid recognizing areas he had meet up with Padme in.

The kisses in dark alcoves and corners, drapes hiding them away from the world.

Glancing about, Anakin paused as he took in the sight of a tapestry, red gems for eyes of a large shadowy creature with wings.

The eyes…

They reminded him of Obi-Wan, a long time ago.

Glancing at the other, taking in the calm expression despite the tension around Obi-Wan’s eyes, Anakin let his mind trail back in time to Naboo over a decade ago, to when he had just landed after blowing up the trade federation ship.

He had run off, wanting to find the two Jedi, a stone in his stomach despite his glee at winning the battle for the Naboo in space.

And he had found them, following his instincts, the Force, to them.

He had found Obi-Wan, with the body of Qui-Gon Jinn held in his arms.

His master had looked so lost back then though he had snapped to attention when Anakin had, hesitantly, called out to him.

On the floor, two red kybers had been laying, screaming with pain.

At the time he had not known what they were, had just awkwardly skirted around them and even after learning about Obi-Wan’s tears, it had taken him a long time to learn what they were.

Red kybers.

It was the only time Anakin had seen or even heard about the other crying red.

When he had, haltingly, asked Obi-Wan if he could cry red, Obi-Wan had blinked at him over a cup of tea and then smiled awkwardly before answering that he didn’t think so.

Obi-Wan didn’t remember it.

Obi-Wan didn’t remember a lot of his battle with Maul apparently.

Anakin had asked a healer about that later on, once he learned that Obi-Wan had so little memory of the actual event, worried and anxious about overstepping his bounds even as he needed reassurance.

She had quietly informed him that due to the trauma of not only having his master die in front of him but combined with the bond snapping, Obi-Wan had more than likely repressed much of the memory for his own sanity sake.

He had forgotten for his own health.

And so had the kyber.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan had never cried red kyber after that, regardless how emotional he got.

Anakin had a feeling that red kyber was… different.

Bad.

He had therefore never mentioned to anyone what he had seen, even before he knew what it was, he had instinctively known to keep it to himself.

Finally, Obi-Wan got done with the Senator, the two Jedi moving forward only to stop as all to familiar voice called out to Anakin as they were about to pass a large brontos statue.

“Knight Skywalker!”

Turning sharply, both Anakin and Obi-Wan looked down the hall as Padme Amidala with her handmaidens and her security captain came towards them, the woman looking determined even as her eyes flickered to Obi-Wan beside Anakin.

He could see her jaw tighten, the muscle in it jump before she forced a smile on and inclined her head to both. “And Master Kenobi, it is a surprise to see you both.” She stated lightly.

‘How odd, I never noticed how good she was at putting on masks…’ Anakin mused even as he bowed slightly with his master, cold sweat gathering on the back of his neck.

“Senator Amidala, it is a pleasure to see you,” Obi-Wan responded warmly, even as Anakin felt him warily check on Anakin through their bond, assurance and comfort coming from the redhead. “Senator Organa wished to speak with me and Anakin came with me for support.” He finished with a dramatic flourish, indicating how Obi-Wan never left the temple anymore without escort.

Padme smiled, her red painted lips curving. They were pretty, Anakin wanted to kiss them even as he wished she would go away. “I see, I was hoping to have a word with Knight Skywalker in private if you wouldn’t mind? Seeing as you are to meet with Senator Organa, or is he required for the meeting too?” Padme looked between them, gaze turning calculating.

The two Jedi quickly exchanged looks, a flurry of thoughts and emotions exchanged.

They couldn’t jeopardize their search.

But at the same time Anakin did not wish to separate from Obi-Wan, what if he found something.

But Padme would sure to suspect something considering Anakin did his best to avoid practically all politicians except for her and the Chancellor.

Anakin could maintain distance with their awkward relationship of course but…

“Of course not, I’d be glad to speak with you Senator Amidala.” Anakin finally responded, resignation filling him even as Obi-Wan smiled politely and clapped Anakin on the shoulder, excusing himself.

As he watched his master leave, Anakin couldn’t help but have a bad feeling, but if that was because of the coming conversation or something else, he did not know.

He hoped, as painful as it would be, that it was the conversation that was pinging his senses.

‘Stay safe master…’ Anakin sent along their bond, following Padme with an air of resignation around him.

How does Obi-Wan react to Anakin’s gift in snowwhitepurity?

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Lately, Anakin had been behaving a bit odd.

Not bad, just a bit jittery, nervous and slightly excited in a way Obi-Wan would claim, like the time Obi-Wan took him to the speeder race down in the slums when he was fifteen as a birthday gift. He hadn’t known what was going on until he heard the sound of the pod races and had therefore been nervous about Obi-Wan taking him to something boring.

He had enjoyed that day quite much, a homemade, if slightly dry cake and the pod races making him happy.

But Obi-Wan had no idea what his current behavior had come from. It had started about two days ago, after he had returned from a little excursion out into Coruscant that he didn’t think Obi-Wan knew about but Quinlan had been happy to inform him about when Obi-Wan asked.

There was no current pod races as far as Obi-Wan was aware of, so it couldn’t be that.

Anakin was a young man now however, his tastes had matured some.

Had Anakin visited a brothel?

The concept made Obi-Wan… uncomfortable.

Not that there was anything wrong with visiting a willing person that sold themselves, it was a perfectly valid carrier choice and Obi-Wan was not going to judge anyone for willingly engaging in such a job.

Just… he just…

It shamed him to admit but a stirring of what he could only call jealousy itched in his stomach when he considered the idea.

And he was watching Obi-Wan a lot, regardless what Obi-Wan was doing, Anakin watched him, like now, as Obi-Wan was finishing off his tea before bed.

It made Obi-Wan…

Not uncomfortable but uneasy.

Did Anakin know what Obi-Wan was doing? About his deviancy?

It made his body itch and burn in ways, made him hesitate in dressing in the mornings before ultimately deciding to put on his finery.

They were made for male bodies, he bought them, they were his and they were silky and slid over his skin like warm water, a simple comfort.

And they made him feel so pretty, wasn’t he allowed to feel pretty?

He had still opted for only one garment due to his paranoia.

A chiffon, cream white satin bodysuit romper, with straps that you had to tie into bows, giving it a little extra and a sweetheart neckline with added lace at the top and at the little legs of it.

It made him feel good even as Anakin’s lingering gaze made him feel paranoid and he didn’t want to put on his boxers, he wanted to wear his cute stuff.

Not that Anakin looked… disgusted.

So maybe he didn’t know?

Maybe he was just thinking about something else, maybe he had gone Archive diving again and found an old mission Obi-Wan had with his master and was curious?

It had happened before, young Anakin finding some of the infamous Jinn and Kenobi missions and reading through the long reports.

Long because unlike Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan actually wrote comprehensive reports that included details and addendum.

The thought brought Obi-Wan some comfort and the Force wasn’t really giving him any warning, he had no bad feeling…

“You about to head to bed master?” Anakin suddenly questioned, Obi-Wan blinking as his padawan smiled down at him, leaning against the back of the couch with his arms. He nodded to the cup at Obi-Wan’s confusion. “Kaffar tea, you only tend to drink it before bed or when you’re in need of relaxing.”

Huffing faintly, eyeing his own cup before giving Anakin a wry smile, Obi-Wan nodded. “I have an early morning meeting while you have lessons. So I figured going to bed early would be the best idea.” He confessed softly, snorting softly even as he couldn’t help but feel a bit warm at Anakin noting his habits.

“Want me to take the empty cup?” Anakin offered. “I still have an essay to finish up before I go to bed.” He explained, holding out his hand.

Glancing down into the cup, Obi-Wan let out a hum and swallowed the last mouthful, handing his padawan the cup. “Thank you Anakin. You’re a dear.” He chuckled, standing up and brushing down his tunic.

He missed Anakin’s eyes lingering on him. “Sleep well master.” He heard as he made his way to his bedroom.

“Good night Anakin.” He returned softly, turning the light of his bedroom on to fetch his sleepwear and his robe to hide what he was wearing.

Only to freeze, staring at a black bag sitting innocently on his bed.

He knew that bag.

Those were ‘High Ranks’ bags.

His heart beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, Obi-Wan heard Anakin come over to him before stopping slightly behind him. He felt the other lean down and in, his breath washing hotly over Obi-Wan’s ear as his mind spun almost dizzily. “Well, aren’t you going to open it master?” Anakin’s voice murmured, smugness and expectancy oozing of him.

Hey, it’s been a while for babyfacedtorment, can we please get an update and see some more Cody interacting with Obi? maybe they take some nice quiet alone time to explore their new bond a bit? I’m sure it’d be a good distraction for Obi from all his memories, and help settle Codys worry about how Obi is doing for a bit at least.

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There were fingers tracing over his hair and scalp, gently rubbing at his scar, being gentler at the top and firmer at the bottom with their touch as if they knew exactly how Cody’s scar felt.

It was nice and he didn’t want to wake up, wanted to keep laying with his head resting where it was and the warmth keeping him comfortable.

But the situation also wasn’t normal so that made his honed instinct yell at him, forcing Cody to open his eyes to blink sleepily at a beige cloth, his head moving slowly up and down.

He shifted slightly, blinking up at Obi-Wan, Cody taking in realization that it was the Jedi stroking his scar and head, the man stopping when Cody moved.

He smiled at his commander, his eyes soft and tired looking at the same time. “Hello there.” He murmured softly.

Blinking slowly, Cody’s brain caught up to the situation and he tried to sit up in shock. “G-Gener-” Obi-Wan let out a low noise and grasped at the others arm, holding him in place and Cody paused in his action, slowly settling back down with his head on Obi-Wan’s chest, watching him. “General?” He murmured.

Obi-Wan slowly eased his grip, petting at Cody’s upper arm and shoulder slightly. “Having you close helps.” He shrugged a bit.

The answer was heartbreaking to Cody and he shifted closer automatically.

It was the kind of answers the Shiny’s gave after their first battle, traumatized from watching their vode and batchmates die, realizing what battle was really like compared to what they had experienced back in the facility.

Along with the realization that they weren’t as trained as they should be when they compared themselves to their veteran vode.

They too had the need to have other vode close, to be held or petted in ways, to touch and know they were real and alive, that there were other vode alive, especially batchmates if they were alive.

And Obi-Wan needed Cody in that way.

It was heartbreakingly vulnerable and yet a show of trust that had Cody slowly sliding his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist. “…Alright, that’s alright. I’m here General.” He murmured, feeling how Obi-Wan’s body relaxed.

Feeling Obi-Wan return to petting his scalp and scratching slightly, Cody took a moment to observe, surprised to see the gray privacy screen was pulled around the bed and that Skywalker was nowhere to be seen though the pad Cody had seen last night was resting on the nightstand. Maybe Skywalker was needed on the Bridge and due to Cody’s presence, had the privacy screen pulled so not to alarm the teens.

“I apologize for causing you harm,” Obi-Wan’s voice brought his attention back, Cody blinking at his Jedi. “The bond, the feedback loop, I knew it was there and should have done better.” Obi-Wan explained, looking… shamed.

That was the easiest way to explain what Obi-Wan looked like.

Surprisingly, Cody couldn’t feel it.

So far he had been able to feel Obi-Wan’s emotions at all time, distance only lessening what he was feeling. “You were in a rough state General, I don’t mind, there was no permanent harm.” Cody murmured, shaking his head against the General’s warm chest when he opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t blame you sir, we’ll figure this out.”

Obi-Wan paused, hesitating before smiling meekly, his fingers finding Cody’s scar in that same, gentle rubbing that Cody liked. “You… I don’t think I deserve you,” Obi-Wan chuckled. Cody wanted to protest that but Obi-Wan spoke before he could. “Regardless, Anakin brought up the point that you need training to deal with the Force bond we now share and I agree. I’ve currently closed down the door for your sake to prevent a feedback loop but you’re not able to it yet. So I’m going to teach you how.” He stated, voice soft and warm.

The idea of learning Force things was still an uncomfortable thing to Cody, brothers that showed signs to the Force were removed in the early days.

But by now it was too late and Cody’s slight Force sensitivity, at least enough to cause him to bond to his General, could become very useful.

And so he nodded into Obi-Wan’s chest.

Neither moved to sit up however, Obi-Wan still stroking Cody’s scar and hair, his green eyes focused on him.

Neither felt the need to say anything, both just enjoying the closeness, though Cody couldn’t help but worry about intruding on Obi-Wan’s personal space.

After everything that had happened to the General…

“You’re safe,” Obi-Wan suddenly whispered, his hand cupping the back of Cody’s head, the two staring at each other. “You make me feel safe. I don’t know if it’s partly the bond or just because I know you’re safe and I can see you…but I want you to be here.” He stated quietly.

Gently squeezing Obi-Wan’s waist, all too aware of where his hand was and avoiding it going lower, Cody couldn’t help but smile shakily at him, turning his face to hide a bit in the Jedi’s chest.

His chest felt warm and for the first time in so long, since the mission started and they had Obi-Wan rescued he was finally, finally feeling at peace as he rested in the same bed as his Jedi.

‘I don’t know who to thank, but thank you for not taking my General from me, thank you for letting me keep him just a little longer. Just a few more months, that’s all I want before I join my brothers if I must.’ Cody thought to himself, a low noise escaping him as Obi-Wan teased at the softer nape hairs.

Obi-Wan, most likely able to hear Cody’s thoughts, said nothing.

Only continued affectionately stroking and petting, his cold and bandaged feet resting against Cody’s calf.

Thank you for all the wonderful writing that you have given during this trying time. It has made a bad day turn good for someone who is considered a essential worker. Stay safe and give your self the time to rest if needed.

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To everyone that is considered essential workers in this time, please stay safe and I hope your day passes easily.

I know that’s not what’s going on, people are being jerks and assholes and hoarders but hopefully, hopefully things will become easier soon.