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May the audience have some more NeedForTouch? Specifically with Paz and Din talking over what happened? Or how Boba, Din, Paz, and Fennec are becoming a pack?

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Now, Din wasn’t oblivious, not really.

Honestly, he’d have to be nose blind to not smell Paz interest in him, curled up in Paz den and cuddled into him as he often is. Not even the filters of his helmet would have been able to remove all the scent when their out of their kute and armor and only in sleep clothes and helmets.

He just…

Well, he hadn’t had the energy to deal with it, the loss in his soul for his pup making him ache and feel listless in ways he couldn’t explain.

But the days passed, with Boba, Paz and Fennec hovering around him, providing each their own comfort and care. Sometimes, Cobb called from Mos Pelgo, having a friendly chat and promising to visit when he could. Cara had done the same with Greef voice echoing in the back but it was further away for them than for Cobb.

Apparently, after the deal with the tuskens were struck, the town was much safer as the tuskens and town’s people now worked together instead of working against each other. They had even initiated trade.

Cobb had quietly, with a sly smile, informed Din that they had managed to get a steady supply of black melons and the village had managed to filter the awful taste out of it.

Which was nice to hear, on a planet like this, any kind of fluid to hydrate was good, making it easier to swallow was a good idea though. Children might not swallow it if it tasted like it was in the source.

Shifting slightly, Din returned his mind back to Paz, feeling the others arms around his waist. They had been sharing the same bed since they arrived on Tatooine, unless Din stayed with Boba, his vode often comforting him.

Boba often made him feel small in those moments.

Not in a bad way though.

Small but protected, the same way his dad had done before in the village and his buir later on in the covert when they held him tight to their chest and stroked his back.

But most days, he stayed with Paz in his den.

Shifting slowly, Din turned around to look at the other’s helmet, flickering his eyes up and down, running his hand hesitantly up and down Paz dark brown upper arm. Then he ran his hand up to the others exposed neck, finding the others scent gland and bonding patch, fingertips a light touch. He was grateful the other had worn a low v necked shirt to bed last night.

Paz would be a good alpha.

Caring and warm, always there for their mate, be they beta, omega or even another alpha.

‘He wants me… do I want him?’ Din licked his lips then flushed as his mind opted that moment to remind him of all the times he thought of Paz after Nevarro. Okay, so that was a stupid question, even from an emotionally unstable and anxious man like Din was right now.

Could he be the kind of omega Paz wanted though…

Mandalorian omegas weren’t the same as core omeg-dank farrik.

Din wrinkled his nose, why was he even thinking about core omegas and standards?

His lips pulled into a snarl in silent disgust, both at the thought of core standards and at the idea that Paz would want anything to do with that. Paz admired warriors, mandalorian alphas wanted warriors, not pushovers that simply stayed barefoot and at home, always pregnant.

They wanted mates that fought at their side, wanted fierce mates that carried a child and protected both themselves and their child as ferociously as any alpha would. ‘That’s what Paz would want too… but I’m not that kind of omega, am I?’ Din slumped a tad.

He had given up his child so easily, despite being tasked with returning Grogu to his own kind, that still made him a bad omega.

Paz couldn’t possib- “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but stop it.” Paz sleep growling voice rolled through his vocoder, Din jerking his hand away guiltily as the arms tightened around his waist.

“I-” Din stammered a tad, squirming in the grip of the others arms.

“You smell miserable Din’ika,” Paz continued, gently tapping their heads together in a Keldable kiss. “I can make a guess what you’re thinking but believe me when I say that you’re a good omega. A good buir… I certainly think you’re good.” Paz voice eased with softness.

Swallowing thickly, Din struggled to open his mouth, find something to say.

Then he simply swallowed and sat up, Paz letting him go so he could, visor tilted to keep track of Din.

He went ramrod stiff when Din reached for his helmet, slowly pulling his helmet off. “Din…” He rasped, large hand settling on the bounty hunter’s thigh, voice conflicted and yet seemingly incapable of turning his head away.

Settling his helmet down in his lap, Din nervously looked to the alpha, stroking his helmet flattened hair out of his face, feeling the curl of it due to the length.

For a long minute, the two simply stared at each other, Din clinging to his helmet, visibly feeling Paz eyes flicker over his face despite the visor in the way.

Finally though, Paz sat up too, still staring. Then he slowly reached out and cupped Din’s cheek with a large, warm hand. “Mesh’la…” Paz whispered reverently, huffing out air when Din turned his head to kiss the others palm.

Watching nervously, Din held his breath as Paz reached up for his own helmet with his free hand, tucking those large, long fingers under the chin and pulling up.

Warm brown eyes looked back at him for the first time without a barrier, and Din knew that this, this was a moment he’d remember forever as Paz smiled at him, his face framed by tight curls along with the a goatee not unlike Cobb in the same black as Paz hair.

His nose was broad and slightly flat and his lips were large and dark to match his brown skin tone.

It suited him.

Paz was beautiful and Din let out a low noise, practically a quiet whine. “P-Paz.” He stammered again, unsure what he was asking for.

Paz however seemed to know, his eyes softening even more somehow before the alpha leaned in and pressed their foreheads together.  “Mesh’la.” He simply repeated, warm thumb stroking delicately under Din’s eye.

‘…I was right. He is a good alpha.’ Din let himself fall apart, slumping against Paz as the other held him, their helmets resting in their laps as for the first time since he gave up Grogu, Din finally started to feel warmth in his soul once more.

Mesh’la = beautiful

Its been a hot minute, but for Jedi are Cats (something like that) do the clones have their own version of YouTube to put their videos of their generals being funny?

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To the delight of the entire galaxy, the GAR clones had started their own holopage for their Jedi General’s shenanigans.

With weekly donations, it was running smoothly, updated by several battalions daily to make it worth the credits. Most of the donations were used to the upkeep of the page of course but some of it went into the GAR.

There had been quite a few thank you on the page from each battalion, investing in better caff or tea or treats.

It was rather adorable and had racked up a tad more donations, just to see them enjoy themselves and share with their Jedi.

Then there were the delightful videos themselves, all of them arranged Jedi by Jedi, so one could find their favorite Jedi. There was also the option to cross search for certain feline behavior, just so the viewer could find their favorite hilarity.

()()()

The angle of the camera was shaky and low, alerting the viewer to the fact that it was a helmet camera once more and that it was suited on the trooper’s hip. Finally though, the shaky angle became clear and allowed the viewer to see…

Plo Koon, curled up in an ammo crate, looking for all the world like there was nowhere else the kel dor would want to be with a blanket beneath himself. The man looked to be half asleep from what they could tell with the googles and breathing mask and he was actually purring faintly.

“…General, what in the world are you doing?” A gruff voice questioned.

The Jedi shifted inside the crate, lifting his head slightly from his own head to look up before huffing a tad in amusement. “Ah, Wolffe, I’m merely taking a nap.” The Jedi stated cheerfully.

“…In an ammo crate?” The same voice repeated, sounding merely resigned instead of incredulous.

Considering that the entire galaxy was now aware of the Jedi’s feline traits, no one was shocked by it at all and most were giggling at how adorable the kel dor was behaving.

“Indeed, its comfortable and safe. Would you like to join me?” Brows creased and cheeks shifted in a clear smile.

“…Thank you for the offer sir, but no thank you. Please enjoy your nap.” Came a low, drawn out sigh.

()()()

“Doooooon’t.” A blond trooper, Captain Rex, stated seriously, eyes narrowed in the video as he stood in front of his General at the mess table. This video was taken from a distance in a command room, clearly by another trooper watching the exchange of their General and their Captain.

Seated at said table, Anakin Skywalker sat, staring up at his captain with wide, mock innocent eyes, the back of his mech hand placed against a cup.

What was in the cup was hard to tell, but what was clear, was that this was a cup shoving behavior of a feline.

Or a Force sensitive being.

The stare-off continued, the General slowly moving the cup another inch and the captain growling deeply. “General… I swear…” He raised a finger at the other man. “Don’t you dare… I brought you that so you could hydrate…” The captain wagged it.

The human in front of him watched the finger wag, tilted his head, as if debating his option and then gave a grin so wide it looked loopy before he sent the cup flying into the air.

“GENERAL!”

()()()

Another shot, this time in what looked like a camp on some planet or moon, General Kenobi practically strutting across the camp towards his Commander with a wide smile on his lips. “Cody!” He called out.

The man in question, Commander Cody as his scar made him very unique among his peer, lifted his head from the pad he was looking over, the man sitting outside at a rickety table. “General?” The man greeted with a small smile, blinking when the man placed something on the table. “General, what is this?” He questioned curiously, setting his pad aside to pickup a leaf, the tips of it colored a light blue like a sky, while the bottom turned almost black.

Chuckling, General Kenobi rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck, his ears turning a tad red. “Its a Yuran tree leaf, they’re unique for their blue, gradient color and this in particular was beautiful. I wanted you to have it.” He informed him with a wry twist of his lips.

It was rather funny, to see all the feline behavior the Jedi had and more, it was adorable.

How odd, they went from being mysterious to adorable beings.

Distantpain!! This is the Obi I need in my life. And I need to see him keep being a badass Jedi calling people out and deserving of all the clone love

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Stepping into camp, Obi-Wan watched the faint dot of Slave 1 making its way into the atmosphere, calmly stroking Cotton’s head as he pursed his lips thoughtfully, the breeze ruffling his hair and the trees around the camp creaking almost ominously.

Talking with Jango had been… interesting.

Draining if Obi-Wan was honest, but hopefully his play at the galaxy’s fate would work.

The seeds were now sown and all Obi-Wan would have to do was to wait. Jango Fett was the child of farmers and the child of a Mand’alor, vengeance and rage had been sown into him by the Kyr’stad with the help of the Jedi, his farmer parents had nurtured his kindness that had almost died and Jaster Mereel had nurtured his honor and his battle prowess.

Life had tempered everything else.

All Obi-Wan would have to do now was wait for that mix to come to a conclusion now that he had watered those withered galek sprouts that would become mighty trees.

‘…Ugh, when did I become poetic?’ Obi-Wan grimaced a tad and continued moving into camp, waving as a few troopers stopped to greet him. They had obviously noticed him leaving but respected him enough to not follow him.

It was something he was grateful for if he was actually honest once in a while, having worked with too many assholes and imbeciles throughout his years.

Not all Jedi understood it when the need for secrecy was great and he certainly had no trust in Jinn or Skywalker to be secretive. Hell, if Jango Fett had been known to them, Jinn at least would flap his mouth at the rest of the council while Skywalker…

‘Its like having a damn mole in the temple, always opening his mouth to the Chancellor, as if he is required to know the internal workings of our temple.’ Obi-Wan’s lips twisted with disgust, glancing to where Skywalker and Tano were now laying in the grass, the older laughing at his padawan.

Obi-Wan froze a tad, watching as he gently patted Tano on the head, the girl grinning brightly back at him while flapping her hands playfully.

‘…Did I ever smile like that at Jinn?’ The redhead couldn’t help but wonder as Cotton chittered softly at him, rubbing her cheek to his, recognizing her human’s mood even as his face remain impassive.

He couldn’t remember being that free and happy looking around Jinn, not really.

There was always something holding him back, even as he played jokes and laughed at his master.

Always this aura of never being enough.

No, he didn’t think he had ever been that comfortable with Jinn, not like how Tano was with her master clearly. It almost made him envious.

Almost.

Turning on his heel, Obi-Wan made his way to the mess tent instead of towards his own tent.

He needed something to do and the troopers in the kitchen were always happy for a pair of extra hands, it would serve as moving meditation. And the aura of the troopers around him always served to relax Obi-Wan.

He knew that Dogma and Zuru would be informed of where he was, so no need to tell them.

They would show up, likely with a cup of tea for him and their own hands to help the kitchen. ‘And some wonder why I like the vode so much… hardworking, loyal and warm in the Force, how can I be anything but happy to see them in return, when you always know what they want from you… and won’t abuse your trust.’

Pushing the tent flap out of the way, Obi-Wan let a small smile cross his lips as Wooley from 212th called out to him in greeting, the 212th apparently on kitchen duty for the day. ‘How can I do anything but trust these men, who deserve freedom.’ He lifted his own hand in greeting and padded between rows of tables and benches, heading into the kitchen to help.

The instant the soft conversation washed over him as he accepted a knife to start peeling vegetables and cutting them, Obi-Wan felt his shoulders lower as he started relaxing. There was nowhere he would like to be than right here, surrounded by vode.

‘After the war… maybe I could go with them, wherever they go?’ Obi-Wan mused as he got to work on a rutabega, smiling as he heard Zuru and Dogma scuttle in and get delegated to their own stations around him. ‘I’d like that…’

Authorsight. Oh no!! Moddy got hurt! I hope she gets better. And I hope Anakin gets his answers, especially since hes now going to have about 50 more.

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Adjusting her oxygen mask after eating, Moddy settled back in the bed and looked at Anakin with her off colored eyes, thoughtful and quiet as the padawan squirmed. “…You got questions kiddo?” She tilted her head.

She clearly knew why he had come, though Anakin had insisted she’d eat before he’d badger her. Food was important and the healer said that she had to have food with her medication after all.

Tugging lightly at the hem of his tunic, Anakin licked at his lips. “Sort of… I mean, your powers… where is mom?” He quietly asked.

Moddy hummed then her off colored, blind eye flashed with light.

Just for a second.

But enough that she grunted and enough for the Force to flash, breathing slightly heavier.

Force, what kind of mission had she gone through?

Or was it her chronic disabilities that Obi-Wan had hinted at. Knight Moddy supposedly had a few, both physical and mental ones.

She reached up and rubbed at her eye, breathing out heavily. “Currently on a ship to Naboo apparently, completely safe. She’s working for the captain for the trip to it. Something about child care?” She squinted at Anakin with her good eye.

Fiddling even more with the hem at that, Anakin shrugged a tad awkwardly, suddenly aware of how long ago it was that he saw his mother last. “She… she’s always been good with kids.”

Was she still?

Did Anakin know his mother still?

He still loved her, that much he knew but did he know her?

‘…I’ve forgotten how she smelled… the sound of her voice…’ A part of him told himself that he’d know the sound of her voice and her face the moment he saw it. But a smaller part, quiet and almost cynic, pointed out the years of distance.

Would Anakin really recognize his own mother?

“…Just because you’re not at her side, doesn’t mean you love her less or she loves you less.” Knight Moddy’s voice broke through his thoughts and Anakin’s head jerked up, the boy realizing his chin had been dipping.

He stared at her, eyes wide.

“You’re projecting,” She stated calmly, shifting carefully on the bed and then grunting in pain. “I still love my parents, despite them giving me over to the Jedi… no, that’s not quite right, I love them because they gave me over, is more like.” She stated a tad thoughtfully, breathing out into the mask.

“…How… how does that work?” Anakin swallowed thickly, frowning at the knight.

What did a Jedi, given over in young age, know about loving parents anyhow?

But considering all the help she had given him, Anakin didn’t call her out on that, simply waited.

Moddy stared at him for a long few moments, her look almost pitying but not quite. Anakin knew what pity was and it wasn’t what Moddy was looking at him with. “…My home planet is nice, beautiful even. But its also very diverse, the humans there…” She looked away, staring at a tiny crack in the wall. “…Some places, worship Force sensitive… but other places would burn them at the stake, be they young or old,” She glanced back at him. “My planet is a bit of both actually. My parents knew there was no way to hide my abilities, even before training, then there were the occasional slavers or bounty hunters… Force sensitive sell for a high amount you know.” She smiled a tad wryly.

Anakin knew the latter of course, it was one of the reason his mother made sure he kept his skills quiet. Made him swear not to do ‘special’ things in front of anyone.

If Watto had seen it… or worse, Gardulla, then Anakin might not have stayed with his mother for as long as he did. So that part he did understand, but the former…

He stared at the other Jedi in no small amount of horror. The idea of family burning you for being able to touch the Force a terrifying thought.

Moddy smiled sadly. “My grandfather on my dad’s side was one of them… had he seen what I could do, learned I was Force sensitive…” She shook her head. “There were Force societies on Norgferar but he was my grandfather, if he had asked to see me…” Moddy rested her hands over her stomach. “…So yes, I love them, for giving me up, for prioritizing my life instead of their own happiness, for being selfless enough to see that my life continued at the cost of their happiness.” She explained quietly, purple and blond hair falling a bit into her face.

As Anakin let that thought echo a bit, Moddy brushed it out of her face.

“Seid, or ‘magic’ users, have always been controversial on my planet. Some places loved them, others hated them,” She continued. “It didn’t change when science arose and explained what the Force was, that it was not quite magic. It just transferred.” The knight shrugged.

Anakin swallowed thickly. “…Your ability, how does it work?” He whispered, his heart heavy. He would have a lot of things to think about come nightfall and talk with Obi-Wan about.

Humming slightly, head tilted, Moddy tapped at the mask covering her nose and mouth. “Well, think of it like this. I open a book, and it has the life of a person inside it. But the book is inside of my mind,” She tapped under her blind, scarred eye. “And only I can see it. While I see it, I can change the things I see of the future and the present, but those changes can have a ripple effect.” She yawned a tad.

‘I bet wrap this up, she’s getting tired.’ Anakin licked his lips thoughtfully. “A ripple effect?” He questioned.

Sliding a tad down in the bed but not lowering the back, Moddy nodded. “Imagine it as a big ring of dominoes, all lined up. However, they aren’t lined evenly, so when you push one over, it doesn’t take the entire ring down. A ripple effect, where one change, the piece you tip, changes what dominoes fall.” She explained, quite clearly struggling to hold her eyes open.

‘Yikes, her medications must be real hard on her systems.’ Anakin shifted to his feet and bowed at the waist to indicate his respect to the woman. “Thank you for your help Knight Moddy.” He stated formally.

Clearly she realized the respect, because she gave him a surprised look before smiling. “…If you need any more answers, you know where to find me. I’ll likely be released in a few days time.” Moddy murmured softly.

Anakin nodded, smiling in return before slipping out. ‘…I should get her some flowers… or chocolate. As a thank you gift.’ He noted before making his way out.

Please, please, can we have more about the the snail are free AU? Because I’m dying for it!! ❤️❤️

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His master is asleep.

Its a beautiful sight honestly and Anakin can’t help but smile as he sits across for the sleeping man, the crackling of the fire along with the sounds of insects in the night the only thing disturbing the peace.

Well, disturbing was pushing it.

It was honestly a nice background noise if Anakin was asked. The night was slightly chilly, which was why they had built the fire and they were really here just to observe the peace of the planet supposedly.

It was turning out to be a nice time.

A nice climate, green fields with lakes, nothing too otherwordly around them.

Just him and his master and the friendly locals that let the two Jedi observe their worlds and make notes.

Being paired up with his master despite being knighted was something Anakin would never take for granted, to be able to watch the other sleep peacefully.

Obi-Wan had admitted, flushed and a tad shamefully, that he slept better when Anakin came with him on missions. Having another person to run the other world things he saw to be able to confirm if it was real or not, bringing Obi-Wan peace in a way he couldn’t explain.

Anakin got it though.

He slept better when Obi-Wan was with him to, though for other reasons.

‘He looks peaceful… warm and peaceful, all three of his eyes closed.’ Anakin tilted his head before shifting slowly, moving around the fire as quietly as he could.

Once close enough to the others bedroll, he reached out and gently pushed Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, grinning when all Obi-Wan did was breath out at the touch. He could have used his tentacles of course, they were long enough to reach, but using his hands for this…

Well, it felt nicer.

Unable to resist, Anakin played with the copper hair stroking his fingers into the others red mop. ‘He has a mullet…’ He noted with some amusement.

It didn’t look too bad on Obi-Wan honestly but still, a mullet was…

Well, mullets were kind of… odd.

It wasn’t really all that flattering on Obi-Wan if Anakin was honest and there were many styles the other could pull off a lot better than this, ‘business in the front, party in the back’ situation he seemed to go with.

It was okay for a knight in their experimental days but Obi-Wan was a master, a young one for sure but still a master. Some layer of dignity was required, though Obi-Wan managed to hold onto it.

But that was everything BUT the mullet honestly.

‘I wonder how he’d look with long hair. Maybe braided?’ He paused, staring at his master, going a tad glassy eyed as he let his imagination take him away.

Preoccupied with his thoughts, Anakin almost jumped out of his skin when a warm, callused hand wrapped around his wrist. He almost punched out of sheer habit but was grateful he held it in as he looked down into Obi-Wan’s sleepy eyes.

The other was somewhat awake, his hand wrapped around Anakin’s wrist. “Ah, master…” He stammered.

Obi-Wan just gave a soft, sleepy smile and tugged lightly on the blond’s wrist. “Come on… no need for a watch. Sleep.” He whispered, raising his blankets invitingly.

How could Anakin resist such an invitation?

Summoning his own bedding, Anakin slipped himself in under Obi-Wan’s blanket, pressing himself to the other’s warm chest. It felt so nice.

Obi-Wan’s warm arm came down around him with the blanket, the fire heating his back. He could hear Obi-Wan’s steady heartbeat at the same time, a beautiful music.

Mixed with the insects and the crackling of fire…

Anakin felt himself relax, wrapping his tentacles around his Obi-Wan. “Warm…”

“Mmmn… you are.” Obi-Wan sighed happily in sleepy agreement, his face pressed to Anakin’s growing curls. Warm and happy against Anakin’s own frame.

This was even more beautiful, though Anakin mourned not being able to watch Obi-Wan’s face as he slept peacefully, not a vision in sight and not a nightmare to be found.

‘Sleep my master… you deserve it,’ Anakin pulled the other in closer, holding him tightly. ‘You deserve all the rest and warmth in the world.’

I love your Sightlessbird series! There isn’t enough master!ani padawan!obi fics around! any chance for another installment??

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Pulling his padawan’s boots of off his feet, Anakin couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him sleeping so deeply that he didn’t even twitch. The kid had been shacking up with whatever trooper caught his fancy from the 501st for the last few days, sparring and getting into competitions to the point he almost fell asleep in his food.

And when they were busy, he went for any trooper that was of duty.

To be frank, Anakin was rather certain that Obi-Wan had charmed at least half the ‘adult’ clones and was friends with the ‘child’ clones, all of them finding common ground, with the war, being raised able to fight, with high expectations.

It was amazing almost, but Obi-Wan hadn’t been having a single nightmare or vision since he arrived on Kamino, generally too tired out for either as he extended the Force to ‘see’ or to further his skills when he was meditating or sparring with Anakin.

Seeing how Obi-Wan had been withdrawn and having nightmares prior due to the murder attempt, Anakin was almost ready to get down on his knees and kiss the ground the troopers walked on.

Almost.

But for now, he settled on carefully getting Obi-Wan out of the most restraining or uncomfortable of his clothes.

Boots, socks, belt, sash, hair tie and outer tunic, leaving the boy in his leggings and sleeveless turtleneck.

Still no twitch came, despite Anakin touching, lifting and tugging lightly to get him undressed enough to be comfortable.

That done, he settled the blankets over the boy, stroking his hair gently out of his face. “…Sleep well padawan, dream of chocolate tarts and cups of tea.” He teased gently before getting onto his feet and turning the lights off with a wave, stepping out into the apartment the longnecks had given him and Obi-Wan.

Pausing at the name he had used for the kaminoans, Anakin wryly pulled at his own curls. ‘I’ve been spending too much time with the troopers.’ He thought amusedly before grunting and quickly silencing his comms when they started chirping.

Behind him, the door still open, he could hear Obi-Wan shift slightly before settling again, Anakin quickly reaching into their bond and sending a soothing, calmness down it, pressing Obi-Wan back down into a deep sleep.

It worked and Anakin closed the door tightly, breathing out and checking who the hell was calling him.

‘…Padme.’ Anakin stared at the number then sighed deeply, rubbing at his face with his mech hand as the comms continued vibrating in his flesh hand.

Since last seeing her in the Rotunda, Padme had upped her calling and at this point, Anakin was getting real tired of the constant calls if he was honest, even as he understood why.

After all, they were married still.

He still loved her.

Things were just so… damn difficult.

Finally, Anakin let out a deep sigh and answered his comm instead of dismissing as he had the last several weeks. “…Hello Padme.” He murmured as she flickered into view, settling down on the couch as her blue shape peered back at him, wearing what was clearly Senate robes, her hair down.

She must have come from the Senate not long ago, having pulled her hair out of a do but not removed her dress.

“Hello Anakin…” She stared at him, eyes flickering over his face almost desperately.

‘She missed me.’ Anakin swallowed thickly.

He had missed her too.

But he had realized things while he was away from his wife, things he… wasn’t sure how to feel about. Things that were impacting the already falling apart marriage to the woman he loved.

Anakin wasn’t sure, but there was a heaviness in his chest as the two stared at each other, a realization he wondered if Padme already knew.

‘We never should have married that young…’

What about cute Codywan sickfic (either one sick is great)?

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“…My legs hurt.”

The raspy voice had Obi-Wan cracking his eyes open to blearily peer at Cody, the commander blinking slowly back at him with glazed eyes. “…Muscle aches, normal with… with the flu.” Obi-Wan rasped out.

The entire 212th, or well, two thirds of it, was down with the flu.

Most of them had bunked up together, to make it easier for those that were well to help those that were unwell. Obi-Wan and Cody had taken the chance to bunk up in the General’s tent.

Killer had come by after about half a day and rigged a heater in the room, allowing them to turn the space warm as they laid the mattresses out on the floor with blankets and pillows.

Bunking together was wonderful, especially since they had a valid reason for it that even Anakin couldn’t deny, the other Jedi having been full of puppy eyes when Obi-Wan told both him and the rest of the 501st to stay far away.

They were just too contagious and would be for a full week, it was why they had isolated themselves.

So for now, it would only be the 212th and their General, camping behind friendly lines and recovering.

It was nice to be curled up with his lover.

But they were still both miserable, despite sharing the same bed.

Sweaty and gross too.

Obi-Wan at least felt sweaty and gross, but despite it all, he pulled Cody closer to him with an arm around the others waist, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Another hour and we can take a new round of medication beloved one.” He murmured promisingly.

A small, almost amused smirk crossed Cody’s lips at that, pressing his hand to Obi-Wan’s lower back. “Betcha Helix gets here before you take yours and injects you again.” He teased in a raspy voice.

Obi-Wan just grimaced and opted not to comment.

Regardless how much he tried to convince the troopers that the Force would aid him, they all just gave him the ‘right, bullshit’ look. Or in Cody’s case, outright called him out on it with varying expressions on his face depending on the circumstances.

Like the time he rolled his eyes then groaned loudly after Obi-Wan broke his leg kicking a command droid head off.

Apparently half the 212th heard the snap of his leg over the battlefield and poor Lamb had almost thrown up at the sound in his own bucket.

There was a little tap against his forehead of another forehead meeting his and Obi-Wan let out a small noise, blinking at Cody. “Where did you go?” Cody murmured, smiling vaguely. “Your eyes got all vacant there for a second.” He explained quietly, thumb rubbing at the small of Obi-Wan’s back.

Obi-Wan snorted then shrugged. “That time I broke my leg.” He admitted as he gently groped at his beloved’s blacks.

Cody grimaced instantly, giving a full body shudder. “That was fucking horrible. Almost as bad as when Ponds fell on his head, the wet smack.” He gagged a slight before pressing in under Obi-Wan’s chin.

Humming slightly, Obi-Wan simply held the other. “Let’s just try to get some more rest… this is all awful enough as it is without rest.” He mumbled, trying to slow down his breathing.

Grunting slightly, Cody nodded into his chest. “Rest would be good.” He muttered.

If you find the time for it… I am dying to know what happens next in Sightlessbird!

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Sitting back in his chair, Fox let out a deep sigh as he rubbed at his face with his hands.

He had finally managed to find a gas to use on the Chancellor, dorin rimu gas. Completely harmless to Kel Dor’s but to humans, lethal if inhaled for a prolonged time, just like dorin gas itself. The difference was that while dorin gas was completely natural and formed on its own on dorin, dorin rimu needed to be developed from a certain rock being broken down.

Fox had already arranged for the rocks to be brought to the barracks, under the guise as ‘décor, as they were rather pretty, colorful rocks.

He would have to involve a few brothers for that process, though, not tell them what the gas was for.

Maybe he’d lie, tell them it was for one of the Jedi.

Dorin rimu was often used as a painkiller for them, sort of like laughing gas apparently, from what Fox research informed him. Colorless, odorless and lethal to humans.

It was perfect.

Fox would have to ensure the man breathed in while alone in his office or while only brothers with helmets were in there.

Or meeting with Kel Dor’s.

For them, it would be safe if perhaps a tad frustrating or humiliating if they got high.

‘But its a sacrifice I’m willing to make.’ Fox smirked a tad into his hands before dropping his hands, eyes falling to the framed photo on his desk, one of the few decorations he kept, even going so far as to physically have a copy of this day printed.

It was of Obi-Wan, him and Obi-Wan, well over a year ago.

The kid was on Fox back, the commander holding tightly onto his legs as Obi-Wan held onto Fox shoulder pauldrons, laughter visible on his face and a smile on Fox face.

Fox remembered that day, Obi-Wan had come to visit him and the other guards, bringing them homemade fudge from the temple that he had asked one of the master’s to help him make. They had to share of course, Obi-Wan couldn’t bring a ton or make a ton with only one master’s help but there had been enough for a portion for each.

After eating it, Fox stashing most of his in his drawer in his office, the commander had taken Obi-Wan down to the shooting range, quietly continuing the blaster lessons the two had started weeks ago.

It was the first time Obi-Wan had hit the bullseye of the target.

Fox had been so proud, a tad overwhelmed.

Here was this blind Jedi, this slip of a boy, with wide, excited eyes and steady hands, holding a blaster and after weeks of instructions, of gently guiding Obi-Wan’s hands and telling him how to care for the blaster afterward… Obi-Wan had done it.

Obi-Wan had hit the target on his own and fully hit the bullseye.

All on his own.

Of course, afterward there was more hits, Obi-Wan hitting the bullseye every time he shot, but that first day..

Fox couldn’t help himself, lifting his vod’ika of his feet and up into the air, twirling a laughing Obi-Wan around before piggybacking him around the guard building to inform everyone.

Thorn had snapped a picture of them while Fox had been boasting of Obi-Wan.

‘We looked so happy… Obi-Wan was so happy, pleased and joyful…’ Fox picked up the silver frame, gently running his thumb over his little brother’s face. ‘…I’ll get rid of this threat against you, Obi-Wan, there is a war but I’ll make sure you’re safe on Coruscant at the very least. Just stay away for the rest of the month, then you’ll be safe little one, so promises your ori’vod.’ Fox pressed a kiss to the picture.

Then he sat it down and got up, picking his helmet up and pulling it on.

It was time to go back to work.

Time to be ‘just’ another clone trooper in the eyes of many but the reminder of his brothers around him, of Obi-Wan’s hand in his, the respectful greeting of Jedi… it kept him going as he stepped out into the hallway to make his way to the Senate.

Just another day in the life of Commander Fox, dealing with people that didn’t deserve his respect.

It was a good thing he had gotten real skilled at hiding that.

Acting, what an undervalued skill for a vod.

In shut me down did plo still find Ashoka and has she befriend obi as well??

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Humming quietly as he continued carving the wood slowly, Obi-Wan pretended not to notice the blue eyes watching him from the flower bush from the left.

They had been watching him for a while and initially, Obi-Wan had been uncertain how to deal with it, seeing as he was all alone but…

Well, after he figured out the who, he wasn’t so concerned.

After all, younglings of all races were merely curious and the Jedi Initiates were no different than those outside of the temple. Which was why Obi-Wan simply continued carving, working away on the canine taking shape.

He was actually rather impressed that she was keeping quiet still. At her age, Obi-Wan would have moved long ago but she was keeping still and quiet, simply observing him, not even moving her head or hands as far as Obi-Wan could tell.

She certainly made no sound and if it wasn’t for her lack at muffling her own Force aura, then he likely wouldn’t have noticed her at all.

Blowing on the carving to send the wood shavings away and into his lap instead, Obi-Wan eyed the figure taking shape before turning his head to glance at the bush, lips twitching as there was a little shift of leaves and flowers.

Likely he had surprised her by looking at the bush. “I don’t bite, you’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” Obi-Wan offered softly, patting the teal colored grass beside him even as he made sure to hold the carving knife securely. Yan would not be happy if Obi-Wan cut himself again by being thoughtless.

There was another shift in the bushes, some abashment joining the Force aura of the little one and then she came out, blinking at him with large blue eyes peering uncertainly at him as she patted out her Initiate shift.

A young togruta with white markings on her face, seemingly around the age of eight to ten if Obi-Wan was guessing correctly, her lekkus white and blue with a deep orange skin. If Obi-Wan was to take a guess, that meant her parents would have been from Shili and inland togrutas most likely, as the orange skin had developed to hide them in the orange grass fields of the inlands.

“Hello there little one.” He smiled gently at the togruta, wiggling his foot as he rested his carving in his lap, trying to come of as none-threatening as possible.

So far, she was the first one of the younglings to come this close to him and later on approach him when she was called out. Obi-Wan found himself curious why so many of them spied on him from time to time, everywhere from the commissary, the gardens, the meditations rooms, sparring halls and so on.

It had been a tad overwhelming, especially in the start when Obi-Wan was learning to deal with so many Force sensitive in one place once more.

Now seemed as good as any moment to maybe figure it out and sate the curiosity.

She bit her lips, showing small fangs and then she slowly made her way over. “Hello. Barris says you were a Jedi.” She stated shyly, pausing about a hand away from him.

Obi-Wan cocked his head, fingers of the hand holding the carving tapping at the wood. “I was, yes. Me and my grandmaster left many years ago but we’re back at the temple for protection.” He confirmed. ‘So that’s why they were curious…’ Obi-Wan thought with some amusement.

The rumors about them must have been spreading like fire in dry grass.

That seemed to be the right thing to say as she instantly perked up and seemed to relax at the same time, the young togruta sitting down with her lekkus twitching with excitement. “So its true that the other man you’re with left too? And that he was a master?” She gasped.

Laughing faintly, Obi-Wan nodded, going back to working on the akul carving. “Yes. His name is Yan Dooku, there’s a statue of him in the Archive among the Lost. I was just a knight,” He glanced at her once more. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He introduced.

If he had thought her eyes had been big hearing about Yan, then it was nothing when she heard his name, blue eyes going so large that they almost eclipsed the white of her eyes. “You’re the Sith Slayer.” She gasped.

Obi-Wan winced, but she didn’t seem to notice and he forced himself to keep smiling. “That’s me. Now, how about you, who are you?” He questioned.

Pushing her chest out proudly, her lekkus practically dancing in their excitement, the youngling beamed with all her teeth on display, showing how she had been raised among humans as it bared her fangs as if a threat display. “I’m Ahsoka Tano!” She announced proudly. “I’m eight!” She held up both her hands, displaying eight fingers.

“Well meet, Ahsoka Tano.” Obi-Wan greeted, lips twitching into a genuine smile once more as he found himself meaning the greeting. ‘Well meet indeed youngling.’ He thought as she continued beaming at him.

Need for touch, is Boba and Din brothers now? father and son? I mean, they are almost the same age but Boba is clearly out to adopt the other in some way.

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Watching closely as the room cleared out after being dismissed, Boba let out a tired breath and then pulled his helmet off, setting it on the arm Fennec normally sat on as he ran his hand over his sweaty scalp. “Karking assholes.” He grumbled quietly.

Fennec shot him a slight smirk and closed the door tightly behind her, ensuring privacy.

Dealing with the gangs on Tatooine was proving to be difficult, especially the hutt implants and the ones involved with slavery.

But Boba was also steadily building out his own group, a lot of old friends had come when they heard Boba had taken over and some new ones had joined him. Especially former slaves.

The former gladiator ones were really useful as guards.

Could be trusted too, as most of them were beyond grateful for Boba freeing them.

Most of them were alphas too, though a few of them had been castrated to make them more… manageable. Boba knew it was a practice slavers used but honestly, it was barbaric.

It was one of the reasons Boba had abolished slavery on Tatooine, even if it gained him more enemies.

There was a small thump against his knee, bringing Boba out of his thoughts and he let out a soft noise as he took in Din sitting on the dais, his head resting against Boba’s knee. “Hey… you okay?” He rumbled, reaching out to gently run his thumb under the helmet and kute, feeling sweaty skin.

Din’s pulse was steady and he nodded but his skin was very sweaty.

‘Just tired potentially.’ Boba shifted and reached down, pulling the other up and into his lap, listening at the scrapes of beskar against beskar. “Its alright vod’ika. You can relax, everyone’s been shown out.” Boba rumbled at the omega.

Din shifted a bit then slowly reached up and pulled his helmet off, settling it in his lap as he pressed his face to Boba’s neck, huffing in his scent.

Din had been doing that more often lately, taking comfort in Boba’s scent as they built their packbond.

It was… nice.

Pleasing in a way Boba would claim, to be needed and trusted by Din after everything the other had gone through. Soothed some long abandoned instinct in Boba.

The fact that he took his helmet off in front of Boba was also an honor.

The unique way Din and Paz covert followed the resol’nare wasn’t something Boba had ever encountered from any other mandalorian he had meet, it certainly did not fit with the one his father had tried to teach him.

Boba would almost call it a cult but that wasn’t quite right either, regardless what Kryze had called it to Din. A cult was generally something lead by a charismatic leader and from what Din and Paz had admitted, there was no clear leader.

Just a Goran that ensured supplies were distributed and armor created.

Technically though, a cult could also be defined by adhering to an ideology admittedly, but if that was the base for it, then all mandalorians were cults. The only thing that differed Din and Paz from others were the fact that they were not to remove their helmets.

That could have been a warped safety precaution that had become tradition if Boba thought about it.

Regardless, there were no prayers, sacrifices, offerings outside of supplying the covert, competitions or anything like that. It wasn’t a cult by the true definitions of it, just survival of a group of people that were being slaughtered by the Empire.

Regardless, things were different now, both Din and Paz were struggling to make their own lives now as no survivors had yet to find them.

Going by what Din had found when he returned to Nevarro…

Well, neither expected survivors if they were honest and it broke Boba’s heart to see Din so sad and guilty for what he had brought to their covert. Paz had quickly disabused him of that notion, the covert had chosen to reveal themselves, Din had not asked. But emotions were a tricky thing and Boba knew that.

Nuzzling slowly at his vod’ika, Boba purred softly for him. “It will be alright. You’re here and I’m here and Paz is here, we’ll help you.” He promised softly as Din pressed into his throat.

It was one of the reasons he hadn’t thrown the alpha on his ass.

He was good for Din, their heartbroken Din.

‘The moment he fucks up, I’m fucking him up.’ Boba nosed gently at Din’s curly hair, noting how long it was getting.

Din didn’t answer, simply pressed himself into Boba’s broader if shorter frame.

‘Just give him time… we have all the time in the world for this.’ Boba pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Vod’ika = little brother

Goran = Armorer