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How do Jedi react to tookas in Jedi are cats?

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“The Jedi temple has tookas.”

Everyone gathers around in excitement as the video is loaded up, another episode of the Jedi are cats though the opening of this one brings people to pause as they did not expect actual animals involved.

And the Jedi temple has tookas?

The same slightly shaking camera angles are used as always, everyone now aware that its the troopers helmets that are filming most of the time. The person is moving in steady steps through grand entrances and halls and low, hushed whispers echo through the holo cafe as they realize its the Jedi temple, a place most never see the inside of.

Its beautiful.

Polished marble, statues, tapestries and images, either of Jedi that may have once lived or of planets in the galaxy, greens or oceans, beautiful to gaze upon.

Peaceful while the Jedi in those images look out with wise face full of serenity or some sternness.

It leaves an impression, makes people realize once more that despite being warriors, that is not what Jedi are most occupied with.

The halls have Jedi scattered about, moving to their own things and to the surprise of several, a flock of younglings laughingly run past the trooper, all of them giving the clone some kind of attention from waves to bright grins as they follow a person that must be their teacher.

They can’t be more than five.

So young, fresh, happy, one of them is clearly missing a front tooth.

The trooper waves gently in return and the audience can finally see a blue colored gauntlet, signifying it’s a 501st trooper. “Jedi and tookas have a strange relationship,” The trooper continues moving only to pause suddenly in a hall as Skywalker is sitting on the floor while staring down a tooka. “The entire temple is full of tookas, apparently they come up from the lower levels and the Jedi feed them and let them take care of any vermin problem as the tookas stay away from the animals in the gardens.”

Skywalker is narrowing his eyes at the tooka and the tooka hisses faintly, which has Skywalker bringing up his lips and showing his teeth right back at the animal, an unhappy noise coming low from the chest of the human.

“Its not that they hate each other, most of the time they get along very well. But sometimes tookas and Jedi seem to communicate more than is natural for a none sentient animal.” In front of them, Skywalker suddenly sat back in satisfaction, smirking as the tooka moved forward, crawling low on it’s belly to crawl into his lap instead.

“Yeah, that’s right. You don’t go into the gardens and hunt birds,” Skywalker chided quietly, petting the ears of the animals. “We put out food for a reason and there’s rats, go for the rats if you absolutely have to, little fuckers are gnawing on the wires aga-”

The trooper cleared his throat, Skywalker looking up quickly in surprise before turning sheepish, tooka still on his lap. “Rex! I didn’t see you there… how long have you been there?”

The camera was shaking slightly, as if the person was trying not to laugh. “A little while sir, you were… busy.”

Skywalker’s face turned bright red before he lifted the tooka, the black furred, blue eyed animal blinking lazily at them. “Tooka?” He offered sheepishly, to the ‘awwws’ of many a watcher.

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.

The last Distant Pain was lovely and it got me thinking.  Are there any other clone traditions Zuru has been missing out on?  Maybe ones he doesn’t even know about that Dogma decides he has to make sure Zuru and Obi-wan get a chance to experience?

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Feeling good about himself, Zuru happily fetched his tray with Dogma just behind him, both of them full of relief in the knowledge that Obi-Wan was sleeping.

Both Jedi were in fact sleeping and the only reason Dogma and Zuru were awake was that they had come of off a night shift and were just getting something to eat like the rest of the vode that had been on the same shift.

Hey, just because they weren’t part of the 501st, didn’t mean that they didn’t need to do their part to keep the maintenance of the ship and the daily ongoing of war.

“So, are you joining the cuddle puddle tonight?” Dogma quietly asked as he followed behind the pilot, Zuru almost stumbling as that was the last thing he expected to hear out of his vode and now fellow platoon trooper.

“The what now?” Zuru blinked, turning his head enough to look at Dogma over his shoulder, blinking heavily.

Dogma just blinked back before realization hit him and he let out a low groan. “Of course you don’t… come on, head for Captain Rex, he’ll be the better one to explain.” The man settled, his tone brisk and low but it did not escape Zuru’s attention that Dogma’s ears were turning a bit pink.

‘Okay… cuddle puddle? What in the world is… okay. Where is the captain…’ Zuru paused, looking around before zeroing in on the blond, almost shaven down hair of the captain.

There were a few blond vode but only Rex had hair that short in the 501st.

The man in question raised a lazy hand, drinking warm broth from the looks of it and looking extremely unhappy about it.

Most likely a mandatory order from Helix if Zuru was to guess, apparently the medic forbid caff this late if you weren’t on shift and you had to pick alternatives.

Due to shortages, tea were generally out of the question, though a cheap substitute that tasted like grass was available, apparently made from dried tree bark.

Obi-Wan’s face when he heard that had been hilarious, his face transforming to one of horror before he had run of to his and Zuru’s ship, shouting about tea sacrilege and abominations of the hot beverage world.

“Zuru doesn’t know what a cuddle puddle is, sir.” Dogma started, his tone frank and his gaze blank.

Rex however choked a bit on his broth and the trooper beside him, named Killer or Killshot if Zuru remembered right, dropped his fork in surprise, all attention suddenly on Zuru.

He shrunk a bit under it, despite knowing he was safe but he just wasn’t used to all the attention.

Rex opened his mouth then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course you don’t know about… fuck, apologies Zuru, someone should have told you.” The captain stated, sounding genuinely sorry.

“That’s alright,” Zuru forced it out, still uncomfortable with all the eyes on him despite some of the brothers starting to go back to their food. “But what is a, a cuddle puddle?” He felt ridiculous for saying those words.

Maybe Obi-Wan’s personality was rubbing a bit of him.

Sitting back, his cup on the table, Rex let out a deep sigh. “Okay, the name isn’t the smartest but cuddle puddles are the hours were clones gather to… well cuddle,” Zuru stared at Rex, waiting for the joke to be revealed. Nope, Rex face was not changing, looking as serious as Cotton when hungry. “We’re clones, we’re raised in batches, all our lives we’re with each other,” The captain explained softly. “We need the closeness of each other and according to the medics, we release healthy hormones and chemicals by touching each other. So, cuddle puddles.” He explained.

Blinking heavily, Zuru ran his hand over his hair, opened his mouth then closed it again, trying to find words as Rex took the pause as an opportunity to take a sip of broth. “I’ve… never heard of it before.” He finally stated awkwardly.

Rex settled his cup on the table again. “We basically just collect in one of the larger rec rooms with the blankets and pillows from our bunks and curl up together, some give each other back rubs or just curl up together to sleep, honestly just positive human contact.” He explained quietly.

Most of the attention were luckily off them now, Zuru feeling his shoulders sink with ease as he took in the fact and a deep seated, terrible longing echoed through him hard enough to make Zuru almost feel physically ill.

Until Dogma snorted deeply. “Thinking about it, I’m not shocked,” He grimaced before shrugging at everyone looking at him in surprise. “Zuru’s one clone alone with his General. Cuddle puddles don’t happen until we come off Kamino nor when we’re in live zones of battle or on planets. They happen when we’re in either the barracks and know there’s no fight coming or we’re on the ship.” He knocked on the table.

And that made a disturbing amount of sense.

Zuru had gone directly from Kamino to working with Obi-Wan.

He worked, slept and relaxed with Obi-Wan.

And for all that Obi-Wan loved him, and Zuru knew that even if the Jedi didn’t say it, it meant that Zuru did not spend a lot of time with his vode at all.

And none of that time had been during down time.

And Rex mentioning of health… it made sense, Zuru knew that humans needed contact and sure, they were clones…but they were also humans.

Looking up, Zuru stared at Rex with pleading eyes. “I want to join. Please?” He knew his voice was pitiful, felt Dogma bump their shoulders together and saw Rex eyes soften.

“Of course Zuru, you’re welcome to any cuddle puddles on the Resolute,” The Captain stated, voice soft and gentle. “As is the General if you want to tell him, ner jetii vod’ika.” Rex rumbled out.

‘I’m dragging him there myself when he’s awake.’ Zuru promised himself, glancing at Dogma to see the determined look enter his rule following brothers eyes.

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.

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.

in sweethoney, how does Anakin’s heat go with Rex? 🥺 these two are so sweet to me and I need to know more pretty please

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Nuzzling into Obi-Wan’s neck as the older omega was hugging him,
Anakin ignored Jango and Rex talking in quiet, even tones a bit
further down the hall.

No,
Anakin was more occupied by the comfort of his… well, they had a
strange relationship honestly, Obi-Wan was a mix between a parent and
a brother at the same time and the definition of their relationship
in regards to pack was always hard to verbalize.

But it
all boiled down to two omegas, family, caring for each other and damn
it, Anakin wanted hugs before he went into his heat and was left in
the heat room with Rex.

And
ever since he got pregnant, Obi-Wan had become slightly more tactile,
much to Anakin’s joy.

Not
that Obi-Wan was cold, it was just that Obi-Wan was a slightly
more reserved person most of the time and that was fine.

Anakin
was just a very tactile person.

Finally,
reluctantly, he pulled back and grimaced down at the amused looking
redhead. “You’re going to be fine Anakin, the rooms here are
properly equipped and you’ve both taken anti-contraption shots. Rex
is going to be good to you and you’re going to be good to him.”
Obi-Wan assured, patting the younger man on the cheek.

Grimacing
again, Anakin shrugged. “I know that, Rex is my alpha and I love
him. I just don’t like heat, it sucks.” He huffed, ignoring Rex
very pointedly puffing up a bit and Jango rolling his eyes in
amusement.

“Its
going to suck less with an alpha to help.” Obi-Wan teased, laughing
when Anakin gave a grumpy little whine.

Finally
though, both Rex and Anakin stepped into the heat room, Anakin making
a beeline towards the bed to start setting up his nest, rubbing his
hands and cheeks on the pillows and sheets to ensure they would smell
like him.

It was
a decent room with no window to avoid an accidental breakout, about
one and a half the size of the common bedroom with a fresher
attached, it had a bed, a counter for supplies, a fridge and a sink.

As
Anakin went to the bed to get it ready, Rex locked the door behind
him, punching in the code the two had decided on and which Obi-Wan
had been informed of in case of an emergency, then he made his way
over to the supplies, settled on the counter by the little fridge.

Mostly
there was standard stuff, water, some juice, ration bags and dried
fruit but Anakin had picked out a few extra bits that he found extra
comforting during heat.

Fruit
leathers, a bag of caramelized grasshoppers, a bag of jerky though
those were for Rex and a box of cheese crackers.

It
would do for the three to four day heat Anakin said he usually had
and Rex nodded in satisfaction to himself, picking up the bag of
jerky to sniff at only to drop it when Anakin let out a distressed
whine.

Turning
sharply, sharp instinct on guard, Rex warily let his eyes roam only
to relax, an exasperated smile crossing his face as he saw Anakin
holding his arms open, sitting on the edge of the bed with his mixed
colored nest of sheets and pillows.

“Reeex.”
Anakin whined impatiently, tapping his foot impatiently as he kept
his arms open.

Shaking
his head, both amused and endeared by the action, Rex made his way
over and let Anakin pull him down into his lap, the two exchanging a
brief kiss before Rex was pulled to add his scent to the nest. “I
was just checking our supplies you know.” He stated quietly,
chuckling as Anakin nuzzled against his neck while rubbing their
combined hands over the blankets.

“Later,
nest making now, cuddles now, then you can be a good alpha and check
the food.” Anakin huffed before pressing a soft kiss to Rex pulse
point, pausing a bit.

Stroking
his hand over the blond curls, Rex let his hand trace down slowly,
curiously finding Anakin’s mating gland.

It was
swollen and red and when Rex gently pressed on it with his fingertip,
Anakin let out a sharp whine, so obviously quite tender too. “Last
chance to back out ner jetti.” Rex murmured quietly, his hand
lingering on the gland, feeling the heat throbbing beneath his touch.

“Never.
Want you. Only you.” Anakin whispered, capturing Rex chin with his
hand and pulling the clone captain into a deep kiss, the sweetness of
his heat scent wrapping around his chosen alpha and mate.

In the last Distant Pain Dogma and Zuru were going to paint their armor, how did they end up painting it and what different designs did they each choose and how excited was Zuru during the whole process? Also how did Obi-Wan react to the finished armor?

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Laying on his back in the hanger bay, Obi-Wan let out a deep, content
breath as troopers milled to and fro, his release from the medbay
doing him a world of good as he had trailed after his two troopers
once they had gotten the paint from the quartermaster on board.

Not
that Obi-Wan was looking, no, he was laying on the floor with his
robe bundled up under his head, scratching Cotton’s mane as he
enjoyed the peaceful Force aura of everyone buzzing around.

And he
was listening to Zuru and Dogma low, murmuring voices, Obi-Wan unable
to help the small smile that curled on his lips, Cotton settled on
his stomach where she was napping quite contently on his stomach in
her smaller form.

The
two had rushed around to get paint once they had confirmation that
there was more than blue in stock on the Resolute and started
discussing the designs that would go on Zuru’s blank armor, Dogma
opting to repaint his blue with what they had chosen.

Not
that Obi-Wan knew what they were doing or what color.

No,
they had refused to tell him, Zuru quite bluntly telling him that
they wanted to surprise him and Dogma nodding a tad more hesitantly
behind the pilot.

So, a
bit amused, Obi-Wan had agreed to not peek, instead just laying on
the floor much to Dogma’s outrage and Zuru’s amusement as the two
sat on empty cargo crates as they went to work to paint.

Dogma
occasionally groused quietly about the floor being filthy and cold
since it was a hanger, his voice becoming loud enough for Obi-Wan to
hear it.

Not
that Obi-Wan really cared but it was heartwarming to know that Dogma
didn’t want him to be filthy or cold.

It was
nice to just lay there and listen to everyone honestly, the sensation
of the vode fussing around washing over him, the sounds of their
voices, the work of people on ships, the laughter and then the warmth
in the Force that came from the troopers.

It was
nice.

It
made Obi-Wan settle down and feel calm.

And
there was one more thing, a thing he would never admit to anyone.

The
sensation of being wanted.

Because
the troopers didn’t try and hide that, it washed over him along
with their voices, the sensation of people searching him out and
feeling happy to have him there, being glad that he hadn’t
left.

Despite
Obi-Wan not doing anything.

And
yet they were still content that Obi-Wan was just… there.

It was
dizzying to have people, so many, care.

“Alright,
you can look now General.” Zuru piped out, his voice oozing with
smug satisfaction and delight.

Poking
Cotton, chuckling when she crumbled but obediently crawled off him,
Obi-Wan sat up and brushed the loose feathers off him, turning on his
ass to face the two troopers with a curious grin on his face.

Another
thing he wouldn’t admit was that he was actually excited to see
what Zuru picked out, to see him be able to revel in what was part of
the troopers culture, the decoration of his armor.

Zuru
and Dogma had ended up picking two paints, that was the first thing
he noticed before ever picking out any designs.

Black
and silver.

It
made Obi-Wan chuckle faintly before he took in the designs Zuru was
presenting him with, the pilot propping his chestplate on his knees
for the Jedi to see as the two troopers sat in their undersuits in
front of him.

Quickly,
he glanced over the other pieces laid out around Zuru on the crates
beside him along with the paint cans and brushes.

On the
left breast of the chestplate, a shriek hawk was clearly painted,
black for the body with silver details and somehow Zuru had managed
to make it’s silver and black eyes almost look piercing. Both of
Zuru’s gauntlets were painted fully black with a silver line on the
top, additionally his so was his utility belt with the pouches in
silver.

Amusingly
enough, Zuru had painted an eye in black on the forehead of his
armor, making it seem like he had a third eye and there was a feather
painted on his left pauldron, a homage to Cotton Obi-Wan would
assume.

He had
to hide a little cough when he noticed the crotch plate was painted
entirely black.

Nodding
approvingly, Obi-Wan smirked at Dogma, taking in how the blue had
changed to silver and black. “So, how long until it dries?” He
drawled.

“Two
hours, it’s quick dry,” Zuru answered quickly, grinning. “But I
got another piece you didn’t see.” He stated in excitement,
placing his breastplate down so the paint wouldn’t smear.

“Oh?”
Obi-Wan raised a brow, blinking a bit as Dogma smirked, Zuru reaching
behind the crate he was sitting on to pick something up.

It was
the backplate and Obi-Wan blinked at it before staring, taking in
what Zuru had painted.

It was
wings.

Familiar
wings.

Oh
they were black and silver of course but… Obi-Wan recognized the
shape of those wings anywhere.

They
were Cotton’s wings.

His
wings.

The
wings Obi-Wan’s back had been tattooed with, the tattoo that needed
to be colored in.

Speechless,
Obi-Wan stared at it before slowly lifting his eyes to Zuru.

The
pilot just smiled at him, peering at Obi-Wan over the backplate.

Something
in Obi-Wan’s chest crumbled and with a low noise, he shifted onto
his knees and reached out.

Zuru,
sensing what was going to happen, quickly gave the backplate to
Dogma, barely getting it over in time before Obi-Wan’s arms were
around him, pulling the clone
trooper into his arms and into a tight hug.

Hugging
back equally tightly, Zuru let out a low noise as he settled into
Obi-Wan’s lap, straddling it as he pressed his face into the Jedi’s
hair. “Vi’re jate ori vod. Vi Kelir cuyanir ner jetiise.” He
mumbled, quietly so not to be heard by anyone else.

Obi-Wan
simply nodded, afraid of opening his mouth and making a bigger scene
as he clung to Zuru.

The
first one to get past his walls in years.

His
brother.

#snailsarefree- Ani starts to slowly fall for his master while Obi recommends Ani knighthood.

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Stepping out of the council chamber,
Obi-Wan let out a deep breath as the doors closed behind him, cutting
off the low voices of the debating council behind him.

Anakin
had decided to head to the Rotunda, a new invitation from the
Chancellor, and so Obi-Wan had seen his chance to go see the council
since Anakin was wary about Obi-Wan being in the Rotunda again.

They
still didn’t know what had happened when he passed out and Anakin
was going to take the chance to look around without Obi-Wan, to see
if he could find whatever otherworldly thing had downed him.

Rubbing
his temples slightly, Obi-Wan made his way to the elevator instead, a
small smile crossing his lips.

He
was proud of the other, Anakin had come far, especially since he had
started on the esoteric lessons to try and figure out the world
Anakin could see.

And
Obi-Wan was beginning to see.

It
was why Obi-Wan had approached the council to start on Anakin’s
trials for knighthood.

Anakin
was more than ready to start on them.

Of
that Obi-Wan was more than certain and he was certain the council
agreed since no one had loudly protested or stated that Anakin wasn’t
ready.

Instead
he had been meet with thoughtful silence as the council exchanged
looks, some looking a bit less certain but hopefully Obi-Wan’s
arguments in Anakin’s favor would sway them. Or one of the others,
like Plo, would sway his fellow council members.

For
now, Obi-Wan would have to wait for the council to contact him again
with their decision.

‘But
until they do, I can start Anakin on getting ready.’ Obi-Wan smiled
to himself, folding his hands into his sleeves, the door pinging open
as it reached the quarters. Stepped out into the hall, Obi-Wan perked
up as he saw a familiar head of blond and black clothed shape on its
way through the hall.

“Anakin!”
He called out, walking faster without making it seem like he was
hurrying.

()()()

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin frowned
darkly at the ground as his feet automatically traced the path to his
and Obi-Wan’s shared quarters, avoiding both Jedi and snails on the
floor without even glancing at them, a light Force judge warning him
before he bumped into someone or stepped on a critter.

The
visit to the Chancellor hadn’t turned up any leads, he had seen no
sight of anything otherworldly that could have caused Obi-Wan’s
nosebleed and fainting incident, setting him in a dark mood.

Add
to that, he had seen Padme today.

He
had seen her but she not him and… he had felt nothing.

Just
a brief, fond sensation of nostalgia and a bit of joy to see her well
as she looked healthy and happy as she was conversing with her
security guard from what Anakin could tell.

For
some reason he had assumed…

‘I
guess childhood infatuation isn’t as strong with time and distance…
or maybe I’ve changed?’ Anakin mused to himself.

Maybe
the changes to not only his physical form but also his mental states
that allowed him to see the snails and other world had changed his
emotions.

‘Have
I really changed that mu-’

“Anakin!”
A happy, warm voice called his name, the bond between his master and
him lighting up as Anakin automatically turned, his heart skipping a
slight beat as Obi-Wan came towards him, the sun caught in his hair
and a warm smile on the master’s face.

All
three eyes were focused on him, creased with his smile and that
smile… Anakin wanted that smile on him always.

“Master.”
He grinned in return, his foul mood slipping off him like a dirty
cloak, falling away as Obi-Wan caught up to him and settled at his
side.

“Good,
you’re back for dinner, we can eat together.” Obi-Wan stated, joy
in his voice and contentment in his eyes.

“Yeah,
we can eat together.” Anakin agreed, engaging Obi-Wan in small talk
about the chancellor’s health and the state of the Rotunda as they
made their way to their home.

Obi-Wan gets a tattoo of a krayt dragon, words of protection, and a heart to cover up the scars.

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It had been Anakin that had drawn the design.

The
two sitting at the caff table together, quietly pitching ideas to
each other to begin with before Anakin had gotten to work with a
pencil and an eraser with carefully drawn lines.

Though
Anakin had given him a long look at Obi-Wan’s suggestion, yellow
gaze knowing and all too soft, causing Obi-Wan to look away as his
cheeks flushed quite clearly without the beard.

It was
one of the reasons Obi-Wan had grown it really, including looking too
young to be a master, he had also grown it because of how easily his
pale skin showed when he blushed.

But
growing a beard and make it look presentable now was impossible, the
scarring may have been healed and reduced as good as possible didn’t
recover the hair roots that had been damaged by the scars.

He
could get implantation but he held back from it, feeling…

He
wasn’t vain.

Cody
had looked so sad when he had explained why he didn’t get hair
restoration done, quietly informing Obi-Wan that it had nothing to do
with vanity and more with what made Obi-Wan feel like himself.

About
his own choices.

It
was… hard to rationalize it as that though.

It
felt like vanity.

Maybe
in the future, Obi-Wan could do it but not right now and Cody had
backed off when Obi-Wan had said that, quietly informing him that it
was his choice.

And
only his choice.

A lot
of things were only Obi-Wan’s choice these days, from the few on
Coruscant missions he took, the training he did and where and with
who he had his meals.

If he
was to take a guess, victims of… of rape, were given more leeway
due to what had been forcibly done to them, to avoid triggering panic
attacks or flashbacks.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure honestly, he hadn’t been around for any cases of rape
in his time on the council.

He
knew of Jedi it had happened to before, it was an unfortunate side of
their work, especially with Force users being considered a commodity
to the slave trade but Obi-Wan had never directly been involved in a
case it happened.

And
the few times it had almost happened, the troopers had
intervened.

Hard.

The
troopers worked hard and fast when their Jedi were in jeopardy and
always recovered them before too much damage was done.

Normally
that was.

If
they knew where their Jedi were.

Obi-Wan
and Anakin both bitterly regretted going alone and getting abducted,
because both knew, had the troopers, had Cody and Rex known, they
would have been rescued far sooner.

It was
one of their biggest errors and they both knew it.

Thankfully,
Anakin said nothing about Obi-Wan’s tattoo design and just
continued sketching, carefully shading in the parts that would be
colored and making the lines sharp. And to avoid making it too
difficult for the one that tattooed him, avoiding too many small
details.

Finally,
after about a good hour, Anakin sat up and looked at Obi-Wan, gently
pushing the flimsi towards him for a better look.

Drawn
with care, the image of a krayt dragon curled almost protectively up
around a Jedi sigil stared back up at them with large, slitted eyes,
it’s tail gently swishing down.

It
would cover the scars quite neatly and Obi-Wan already knew the
colors he would want for it.

A blue
tinted black for the body of the dragon, one each of it’s eyes to
be golden and blue respectively with the Jedi sigil white in white.

“Well,
what do you think?” Anakin finally murmured, his flesh hand gently
resting on the nape of Obi-Wan’s neck, his thumb stroking the wing
they shared in a tender motion.

Anyone
else wouldn’t hear the slight tinge of nervousness in Anakin’s
voice, but Obi-Wan had over a decade with the other and he could.

Turning
his head, he leaned in and pecked Anakin on the cheek, smiling
affectionately. “It it absolutely perfect Anakin.” Obi-Wan
whispered, his throat feeling tight.

And it
was perfect.

Because
Anakin drew this for him, he drew it by request, to help Obi-Wan
cope, to help him heal.

Anakin
couldn’t tattoo him, no, but every time Obi-Wan would look at the
tattoo, he would remember that Anakin made it for him on request with
Obi-Wan’s input on how it should look.

And
that made it perfect.

Beaming,
Anakin wrapped his master up in a tight hug, pulling the other to his
chest to nuzzle affectionately. “Good, good. Then all we
need to do is talk with Cody and whoever can tattoo you.” He
whispered.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan carefully, awkwardly shifted until he was sitting in Anakin’s
lap, feeling Anakin nervously tense before forcing himself to relax
and cuddle. “Later.” Obi-Wan murmured, breathing out as he
enjoyed the closeness of Anakin’s arms around him.

One
step at a time towards healing.

“Later.”
Anakin agreed, the two settling on the couch.