Bondsofaffection

Bonds of affection is cute. 😁 I wonder what the 212th and 501st think about the situation and Tex transferring. And I hope that Ani gets his answers, as long as he plays nice. He semestre decently reasonable in this au.

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Standing beside the General with his helmet tucked under his arm, Rex
gave Cody a slight nod as the vod finally closed the distance between
them, the man’s brow raised curiously as he glanced between his
General and his vod.

There were explanations
due and while Rex was a bit nervous about it, he knew that Obi-Wan
was even more nervous.

The last thing Obi-Wan
wanted was to give off the suggestion that he was taking advantage of
Rex.

Not that anyone would
believe that of the vode but who knew what natural born would think
when they heard, they could think gross and unnatural things in
regards to the Jedi they worked with sometimes Rex had come to learn.

He felt Obi-Wan’s
anxiety spike and with a soft sigh, he slipped in closer to gently
bump their shoulders together in a gentle move, awkwardly trying to
press some assurance through the bond but he was really not good with
things like this.

He would have to ask
someone for help, maybe Ahsoka?

He could ask Obi-Wan of
course but he sort of wanted to give the other a pleasant surprise,
something to make Obi-Wan smile and kiss him maybe?

That did sound very
appealing.

Finally the entire 212th
was gathered, Cody and Rex standing on each side of Obi-Wan, the
captain and commander flanking the general, fully in support despite
Cody knowing nothing about the situation.

Cody had of course tried
to get a read of Rex and Obi-Wan’s face, knowing both as well as he
did, but this was a harder situation to catch onto despite the
actions Rex had taken before this.

Clearing his throat,
Obi-Wan sent everyone a serene smile that showed none of the nerves
Rex could feel bubbling beneath his skin. “I’m happy to see
everyone so prompt to the summon and as we have a multitude of chores
and work to do today, I’ll make this as short as I can,” He
gestured to his right where Rex was standing. “As you can all see,
Captain Rex is with us today. There is…” Here the Jedi finally
trailed off.

The nerves were catching
up, anxiety coiling in him, ripping apart the Negotiator.

To everyone else, he
simply seemed ponderous but to Rex, who could feel the truth, he
could feel the absolute dread building in him, choking and killing
the words in his throat as soon as he thought of them.

Stepping forward, taking
the attention, Rex tilted his chin up and kept his shoulders squared.
“I’m transferred to the 212th. Permanently.” He
stated, calm, steady and only raising a brow when a soft mutter broke
out between the troopers.

But he could take the
curious looks as he felt Obi-Wan’s gratefulness well up inside of
their shared bond.

“Yes. Captain Rex will
be joining the 212th, this is due to a…” Obi-Wan
struggled once more.

Rex knew what he thought
of his own ability.

A liability, one he tried
to limit, one he did not approve of, one that he wanted gone.

Rex felt himself tighten,
his skin suddenly stretched too taunt across his own body as he
turned his head and glared at the man.

The man, not the Jedi, not
the General but the man that he had a bond to, the man he loved. “If
you call your ability a liability one more time, so help me by
Jango’s bones…” He hissed quietly though fully heard by the
rest of the 212th he was now a part of.

He could see Cody with his
head turned, his brows practically leaving his face even as
realization entered his eyes.

Yes, Cody certainly at the
very least suspected Obi-Wan’s ability.

Coloring, Obi-Wan cleared
his throat and rubbed his beard, opening his mouth once then closing
it as he continued stroking his chin. “…The ancient people of
Stewjon has an ability that some would consider…” He trailed off
again, Rex narrowed his eyes even further, obviously transmitting his
emotions through their bond as Obi-Wan shifted with discomfort.
“…Hindrance.” Rex let out an unhappy little growl and only Cody
timely stepping up a bit so he could eye the General saved Rex’s
riduur from the mild verbal lashing he wanted to unleash.

“Ability sir?” He
stated, a small smile curling his lips. “Might it have something
with why the 212th is so well tuned at working together
with you and I seem to have an innate ability to find you?” He
cocked his brows.

Laughing sheepishly,
Obi-Wan shifted, the nerves still running under his skin despite his
relaxed face. “Well, that is one way of saying it yes. My ancestors
could instigate bonds, it’s a defense mechanism, it helps in
creating clans so to speak and I may have… tied a few.” He
glanced furtively at Rex.

‘Enough bushwacking.’
Rex rolled his eyes, turning back to the rest of the 212th,
jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the Jedi. “He’s my riduur.
Anyone that has an issue with that can take it up with my foot. Echo
is now captain of the 501st, go bother him if you got
lovers over there, I’m done with all of you in that regards.” He
stated bluntly, smugly hearing Obi-Wan squeak and feel his pleasure
filled embarrassment curling through their bond as the 212th
started laughing and catcalling.

What happens next with that new ObiRex story?

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Lifting the tent flap and peeking in, Anakin paused as he found Rex
and Obi-Wan curled up in bed, the trooper resting on his back with
Obi-Wan curled up against his side with his head on Rex chest, the
latter clearly asleep with the former gently stroking the soft baby
hairs of Obi-Wan’s nape.

He
only briefly paused when Anakin stuck his head in before nodding.
“General.” He murmured calmly.

Hesitating,
Anakin glanced at his master then back at his captain, taking notice
of how outside of Rex’s armor and Obi-Wan’s boots and armor
pieces, both were fully dressed beneath the blanket.

“He
won’t wake, he’s too tired sir,” Rex stated when he noticed
where Anakin was looking. “I think we could bang pots and pans or
blasters by the tent and he’d sleep through it.” He tacked on,
glancing worriedly down at the man pressed to his chest.

Stepping
in, assured by Rex, Anakin frowned. “He’s that bad off?” He
murmured, still on the quieter side just in case.

Rex
shrugged as well as he could with obi-Wan on his chest. “He hasn’t
been sleeping properly for a week practically, what sleep he’s
managed to snag felt fragmented or uneasy at best.” The clone
captain explained quietly.

Rubbing
his chin, Anakin thoughtfully threw his mind back over Obi-Wan’s
tea.

Now
that Rex was saying it, he started to remember just how many cups of
caffeinated and mildly stimulating teas the other had been drinking.
“…Might want to check him for stims if you can get him to go to
Helix.” He finally murmured.

Rex
face tightened in displeasure but he nodded sharply, still rubbing
the soft hairs of Obi-Wan’s nape in a soothing, tender motion. “I’d
get up and salute you sir but if I move that much, he will wake,
regardless how tired he is.” He settled on, quieter now, obviously
in thought.

Glancing
around Obi-Wan’s tent, taking in the folded robe over a rickety
chair and the pads on the table along with an abandoned cup of tea,
Anakin gave a hum. “Rather he sleep if he’s settled as nicely as
you are implying…” Anakin settled on.

Silence
descended between them, only broken by the slight snoring noise
escaping Obi-Wan’s mouth and nose, the redheaded mouth slightly
ajar.

Finally
Rex let out a deep sigh. “Sir, I don’t want to be impetuous but
may I ask what you’re doing here? What it is you want?” He
gingerly questioned, staring at Anakin with knotted brows, amber eyes
full of obvious worry.

By the
way his arm was curled around Obi-Wan while stroking the soft hairs,
Anakin suspected the other was worried he’d wake the older Jedi.
That Anakin had come to demand answers despite Obi-Wan promising him
them later. “Just… wanted to ask why you picked Echo to take over for you,” He
admitted with some abashment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not to
offend him but I know why he’s named Echo.” Anakin quickly added
when Rex’s brows raised.

A
little snort escaped Rex before he nodded. “Of course sir, I can
see why… well, I picked Echo because he’s meticulous but adapts
well to battle and initiative, he would manage to cope well with your
flexibility and innovative method on the battlefield. Plus I know you
find his humor appealing.” The captain explained steadily with a
slight grin, humming slightly when Obi-Wan shifted against him with a
little noise.

They
both paused, watching Obi-Wan, waiting until the Jedi was clearly
settled before Anakin spoke. “I can see why you’d pick Echo then
in front of his other vod,” He noted quietly, musing on it before
focusing back on Rex. “Does he know?” Anakin chuckled slightly,
neither agreeing or denying he he liked Echo’s brand of humor.

He got
a head shake in return. “No, not yet. I haven’t had time to
inform him between the meeting and this…” Rex confessed
sheepishly, Anakin noting with some amusement that the others ears
and cheeks were turning slightly pink.

Snorting
slightly, Anakin gave a nod, his grin widening slightly. “At ease
Rex, I can inform him on my own that he’s taking over your
position. Do you want me to inform him why?” He raised his brow.

Rex
glanced down at Obi-Wan, his eyes softening with tenderness before he
nodded. “I don’t mind if you tell him,” Rex whispered, pressing
his lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “I don’t mind at all…”

Feeling
like he was intruding on something extremely private, Anakin gave a
sharp nod and quickly slipped out, closing the tent flaps behind him
as Rex murmured quietly loving words against the others skin.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about that fic you started where Obi has formed some sort of bond with Rex and Rex may have to join the 212th. Can we please get more of that one? Just what sort of bond is it? Does Rex feel the bond on his end despite not being a Force user?

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Its
clear that whatever Skywalker is feeling at this moment, he is only
reluctantly leaving Obi-Wan and Rex alone, the desire for answers
obvious on his face but soft, gently spoken words from the older Jedi
reassured the blond that he would get his answers.

Just
not right now.

Right
now, Obi-Wan and Rex had to speak.

Following
the other closely through
camp,
Rex gave Killer a small nod as he kept his hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, feeling
every vod in sight distance take notice of them.

He
knew the rumor mill of the vode would travel hard and fast but
couldn’t find it in himself to care, couldn’t really bother to
find concern.

Not
when his entire body was demanding he wrap Obi-wan up in his arms,
not when his entire being was screaming that Obi-Wan needed to be
held.

Not
when his own soul was longing to hold him as much as his body was
telling him to do it.

Finally
they reached Obi-Wan’s tent, the Jedi stepping in and holding the
flaps open so the captain could step in first before following in
after and closing the canvas flaps tightly behind them while Rex
worked his chest plate and
arm armor off, setting it on the rickety table the General had for
his files.

He
took half notice of the bed that was so impeccably folded and tucked.

“Rex,
I’m really sorry about this, I never mea-” Obi-Wan murmured as
he turned around only to jump in surprise as he was pulled into a
tight hug, Rex letting out a deep, relieved breath as he finally held
the Jedi tightly to him.

In
his arms, Obi-Wan tensed
up, holding his breath before
he collapsed into the arms, pressing his forehead to the shoulder of
the other man, breathing in the military standard grade soap, the
cheap detergent the underblacks were being laundered with and the
musky scent of human sweat.

Pressing
his nose into the greasy red hair of the other man, Rex took a deep
breath and ran one hand up and down the others spine, his heart
slowly falling into sync with Obi-Wan’s beats as he held on as
tightly as humanly possible. “…Don’t care how it happened.
Don’t care that it’s in the middle of a war. Don’t even care
that you’re my superior and this is really against
the chain of command,” He whispered into the greasy hair, feeling
Obi-Wan tense in his arms. “Because you are mine,
this
bond wouldn’t have formed without me returning your feelings in
some way, as your own words implied back with the high generals.”
Rex pointed out, his lips curling in displeasure at a wave of self
disgust rising in Obi-Wan.

He
had paid attention while Obi-Wan had been talking about his last
bond, the Muellaka bond was as close to marriage without a ceremony
to his understanding and it was built on mutually
shared emotions.

On
love and care and tenderness.

Sliding
his hand up Obi-Wan’s back, stroking his neck and then cupping the
Jedi’s head, Rex gently tilted the other’s head back so he could
see Obi-Wan’s face, meeting those shamed green eyes square on. “I
love you, I have for weeks if not months.” He stated sternly,
gently shaking Obi-Wan’s head via the hold on his scalp.

“But…
I…” Obi-Wan opened and closed his eyes a few times before
swallowing sharply and pressing his forehead to Rex shoulder again, a
convoluted mess of emotions rising in him.

Rex
allowed him to hide though, he could understand more now than he did
before, how much of the Negotiator’s suave and confident appearance
was exactly that.

Appearance.

It
was an act.

Because
under all that, under General Kenobi, under Jedi master Obi-Wan
Kenobi… was simply Obi-Wan, uncertain, nervous, needy and
desperately in need of someone to hold him and
reassure him that things were going to be alright.

A
shuddering sigh escaped Rex as he just held Obi-Wan, let him shiver
against Rex warm body and seek comfort he normally shied away from
out of a desperate need to hold his act going.

BondsOfAffection – don’t leave us hanging, pretty please with a cherry on top. Btw is it weird that I think Obi’s default reaction is reddening of ears before the blush invades his face and goes everywhere else ^^ Now I can see it him going all red and Mace mentally snickering at him though being supportive too :)

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“Yes.”

It
wasn’t Obi-Wan who responded but Captain Rex, all Jedi eyes
shifting to him as the clone stepped forward until he was standing
right beside the man, Rex amber eyes focused on Depa.

“Captain
Rex?” She nodded to him, giving her attention to him and
thereby also the floor.

Raising
his hand and settling it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, everyone noted how
the redhead relaxed minutely despite
still blushing and
how
Rex
himself let his shoulders sink with
his own relief.
“Sirs, I don’t know much about Jedi os-Jedi powers or bonds or
Force stuff,” The captain stated slowly, clearly
cautious.
“But I’m intuitive enough to know and feel that separation will
not do me or Obi-Wan well but instead be outright harmful to our
psyches, sirs.” He stated calmly, holding tightly onto the Jedi.

Everyone
took notice of how the normally tactful and respectful captain was
quite clearly using Obi-Wan’s first name and letting rank slide, most likely without given
permission but due to the bond they shared, it demanded closeness and
intimacy.

It
was clear that the bond was in effect, deep effect.

Finally,
Obi-Wan lifted his head, licking his lips nervous. “With Duchess
Satine, the damage was limited because we were teens,
I was a teen… the dept of bonds created at that age isn’t as…
demanding as when one becomes an adult. Emotions change more easily
as teens even if they can be consuming, they aren’t always as
deep.” He murmured, adding his own two cent.

Leaning
forward, Yaddle let out a low hum. “Then the bond you have to
Captain Rex, the closest of bonds outside of family it is?” She
raised both ears and a brow.

Clearly
swallowing heavily under the multitude of eyes, Rex still facing
forward but tightening his grasp on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the redhead
gave a small nod. “Yes. If I was to put it in the words of Stewjon,
I made a Mullaka bond to Rex. A Loverssoul bond.” He whispered.

There
was a long pause, mostly from confusion before Mace let out a deep
breath, leaning forward and Yoda rubbed his face with one clawed
hand. “Obi-Wan… those can’t
be broken in life… at all. Only death breaks a Mullaka bond you
told me.” He murmured, his tone even but his eyes wide in the holo.

Anakin
let out a choked noise at the news, Obi-Wan flinching before he
nodded. “I’m
aware of that, I’m the one who told you that.” He stated tersely.

“Don’t
take that tone with me Obi-Wan,” Mace responded back, a furrow
between his brows as he seemed to grow contemplative and even more
worried. “I was the one who had to aid you overcome your broken
Muellaka bond, I know exactly the kind of havoc that brought on your
mind and
how hard it was for you to recover afterward.”
He stated sternly.

There
was a long quiet that no one else seemed to dare to break, slightly
nervous looks being exchanged by Depa and Kit.

“…Apologies
Obi-Wan, that was… uncalled for.” Mace finally murmured, sighing
deeply as he sat back in his chair while rubbing the back of his
head.

“…No,
no it wasn’t. I’m not happy you revealed this knowledge to the
council at full and others, but it’s not untrue. You were the one
who helped me and my bond was broken years
ago.”
Obi-Wan breathed heavily, rubbing his face with one hand.

A
long breath escaped Yoda. “Suspect I did, that deeper your
relationship to Qui-Gon was but limit it I thought you did.” He
murmured disapprovingly.

Obi-Wan
let out a humorless laugh that had almost everyone flinching. “I
was twenty and in desperate love with my own master and my own people
had an ingrained weakness that I couldn’t control fully because no
one knew how to train me for it, of course the bond formed and grew as I grew with genuine emotions. And Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan laugh cut
off before resuming in a much sadder tone. “And Qui-Gon was the
maverick, the one who went against the council, who reminded you that
we were sentient
beings of flesh and bone and want and desires and hate and love all
in the same filthy
yet wonderful package.
How was I to do anything but love him? And I was lucky enough for him to love me in return.”

They
all stared at Obi-Wan, who had been so ashamedly staring at his feet
until now.

Now
he was fire and words and the Negotiator all the more.

“And
resist Qui-Gon did not? Your master he was.” Yoda pointed out,
voice croaky and
clearly judging.

Obi-Wan
let out a low sigh. “…You placed us together, you
pulled and you pushed even when Qui-Gon tried to push me away and
not have me as his padawan…
and then you’re shocked by the dept of the bond you meddled
to make sure existed became?” He noted with narrowed eyes. “Qui-Gon
is dead, he can do nothing to defend himself and his actions. You
will not besmirch what is left of him to us and best of all, you can
do nothing to
darken my
memories. And the past will remain the past,
if Mace could avoid judging me, so will you also refrain from it.”
He finally settled with.

A
long silence echoed once more before Yoda gave a quiet grunt, clearly
letting go.

For
now at least.

“My
only note is this,” Ka-Adi murmured, leaning in to make sure the
others saw him. “Who will take over for Captain Rex at Knight
Skywalker’s side?” He questioned, a small frown on his face.

“Might
I make a recommendation, sirs?” Rex spoke up once more.

“Of
course,” Mace shifted his attention squarely on Rex. “You know
your men and your brothers best, please, make a recommendation.” He
gestured one large hand in an approving motion.

Obi-Wan
in the meantime tuned out that and instead slowly looked at the still
shell shocked Anakin.

He
knew he would have to have a long conversation with his former
padawan.

To
explain.

Himself,
the bonding nature, Qui-Gon, Rex… hopefully Anakin would listen.

Obex hurt and comfort?

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It
had been a tease, a gentle one.

But
oh, how bitterly didn’t Anakin regret making it now, four weeks
afterwards.

Just
seeing the way Obi-Wan had enjoyed speaking with Rex, the flush on
the tip of the others ears and the back of his neck, the smile on his
lips and he unconscious
way he seemed to always brush up against the Captain.

He
had just wanted to tease a bit!

He
had made a comparison about Duchess Satine and Captain Rex, both
blond and both mandorian.

Well,
mandorian blood at least when it came to Rex and he had some of the
mannerism of the mando’a Anakin had meet, the clones trying to make
their own cultures.

Obi-Wan
had given him a wide eyed, stricken look, just for a second and if
Anakin hadn’t been looking at him, he might not have caught the
seconds of mixed emotions in the others eyes and an apology had been
on the tip of his tongue before Obi-Wan had suddenly started to laugh
and wave him off.

Claiming
that Rex was just a very capable man that Obi-Wan enjoyed speaking
with.

His
tone had been… off, a bit high pitched.

And
yet, Anakin hadn’t gotten to speak with him because the subject in
question had just arrived with Ahsoka and Commander Cody.

And
then it had started, the hellish month of Obi-Wan avoiding Rex.

It
wasn’t apparent at
first but then it started to become more and more obvious, Obi-Wan
avoiding being too close to the man, avoiding sitting at the same
table as him in the mess, keeping all conversations professional and
seemingly even running away when the possibility that they might end
up close presented itself.

And
it was Anakin’s
fault.

For
pointing it out, for making Obi-Wan aware.

Satine
was all the way over on Mandalore,

Rex
was here, in close quarters and kind of impossible to really avoid.

And
yet Obi-Wan was managing it and by the frustrated and slightly hurt
look on Rex face at time, the Captain had noticed.

Fuck.

And
then they figured out
why
Obi-Wan had panicked and practically fled from Rex at every
opportunity.

Because
Rex had finally had enough had slammed his tray down on the table,
marching over to a visibly panicking Obi-Wan, who had tried to excuse
himself only for Anakin to be right behind him and cutting of the
escape.

And
that’s how it came out that not only was Obi-Wan not sleeping but
apparently he had a skin rash covering his back, pulsing and painful
that Rex could feel,
the captain grabbing the Jedi by the shoulders and guiding him first
to the medic as Obi-Wan stopped fleeing and stopped fighting.

Which
lead them to this moment.

“I
swear I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Obi-Wan looked on the
verge of an emotional breakdown, something Anakin had never seen and
didn’t think Obi-Wan could do as he stood in front of the council
holo, something desperate in his eyes. “I didn’t even notice the
beginning and only when Anakin made a comment did I no-”

“Blame
you we do not,” Yoda croaked, cutting into the words just as Anakin
started to feel a bit desperate himself. “Natural this is to you,
to Stewjoni natives, calm down you must Obi-Wan.” He finished, ears
twitching and pulling down, betraying his own calmness to the
situation.

Or
maybe his displeasure, Anakin could never tell.

Obi-Wan
swallowed heavily but fell silent.

“How
do you feel, Captain Rex?” Adi suddenly questioned, voice soft and
shifting the focus on the third occupant of the communication room.

Anakin
shot the captain a look, taking in how hard he was holding around his
helmet despite how calm his face was. “I feel the urge to move to
Obi-Wan’s side and help him calm down, his stress levels is way
above acceptable sirs.” He spoke steadily, Obi-Wan flinching as
Anakin shot him an incredous look.

“I’m
sorry,” Anakin cut in, raising his hands to pull everyone’s
attention to him. “But what in kark’s name is going on here?”
He looked about, lost and a bit angry if
he was honest.

“Told
him you have not?” Yoda peered sternly at Obi-Wan, the redhead
flinching once more.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to close it again, the
Negotiator clearly at loss for words before his shoulder slumped, the
man staring down at his feet. “It wasn’t important, with our
bond, Anakin didn’t have the need to know and I didn’t want to
worry him,” He finally whispered quietly. “This is my burden to
bear, not anyone else.” Obi-Wan finished, a bit firmer.

Frown
growing, Anakin stared at his former master before snapping his head
around to look at Master Windu when the man cleared his throat.
“Stewjon native’s have a peculiar defense mechanism with
all it’s ancient natives by blood being Force sensitive,”
He
explained in a lecturing voice, exchanging by looking between Rex and
Anakin, clearly explaining to both. Anakin stared at him, feeling a
shiver along his spine as Obi-Wan continued staring at his feet.
“They form bonds as easily as they breath, making ties to the
people around them, making them part of their ‘clans’ and
families as it makes it harder to harm someone you have a bond to.”
Mace murmured, sitting back as Anakin and Rex took in the information and the implication.

“Now
a days,” Obi-Wan whispered. “They’re more a menace than a boon,
we try to… not to create these bonds, but when emotions run deep
enough…” He fell mute.

Staring
at his former master, Anakin felt an odd sensation in his chest.
Obi-Wan had tried to flee when he realized his emotions were
deepening to prevent a bond already grown.

Too
little, too late and now Anakin’s captain was bonded to Anakin’s
former master. “…Does that mean you have bonds to others?” He
slowly asked.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan nodded his head. “Most of the temple of varying
kinds and dept. I’ve managed to limit the ones to the 212th
but there are a few there too… most of them are unaware but there
is a reason why Cody can tell when I need tea. And the ones in the temple are easy to control and moderate, like our bond as my former padawan.” He whispered out,
his face the picture of shame, like a dog that had shit the carpets with an angry owner.

“Tell
us Obi-Wan, what kind of bond do you have to Captain Rex? Is it
necessary to transfer him to the 212th?”
Depa suddenly asked, Anakin jumping in surprise as Obi-Wan went
ramrod stiff, silence permeating the room.

“What?” Anakin blinked, confused.