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What is happening in AWOL jedi?

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Carefully picking up the blond haired baby, Rex let out a small coo and grinned happily as he bounced the giggling bundle, glancing over when Anakin repeated the action with his daughter.

Becoming a father, as exhausting as it was, had done the other man well.

There was a peace in the other man’s eyes that had never been there during the war, even during down times.

Though then again, they had been in war, being tranquil had never really been something people felt easy.

To relax or feel comfortable.

Just brief, stolen moments.

With a child pressed to your chest, you couldn’t help but modulate yourself, relax, feel your breath fall into an even state as your heart settled calmly.

There was also the responsibility of having someone that was totally reliant on you for even the most basic of things, to eat, clean yourself and even hold their heads that had a way of making you grow.

Feeling the gaze, Anakin looked at his former captain and smiled slightly, a tad shyly. “What? Is there something on my face?” He questioned quietly as he tucked Leia into his neck.

Shaking his head, smiling slightly in return, Rex opened his mouth to answer only for both to jump around when the door slammed open, Rex automatically reaching for a blaster he wasn’t wearing.

Thankfully, since it was only Obi-Wan, his eyes wide and excited with a big smile on his face. “Anakin! Anakin look what I found!” He held up an odd, blue plant growth.

His fellow blond quirked both his eyebrows, his shy smile turning bemused but wider, Obi-Wan’s clear excitement infectious. “A plant?” He guessed. “A very nice blue plant?” Anakin tacked on when Obi-Wan’s lips turned that familiar not pout twist.

“Its a form for citrus,” Obi-Wan squirmed a bit, his smile still wide despite the not-pout twist of his lips. “Similar to lemon but blue.” He beamed, wiggling excitedly even as the two blonds froze slightly.

Rex automatically accepted Leia when the other handed her over, settling her against the opposite shoulder to Luke. “Oh really,” Anakin said, purposely keeping his voice light. “Found today?” He cleared his throat.

“Mmhmm, I found it, an entire orchid of wild grown. I wonder if it can be peeled…” Obi-Wan was studying the fruit with his eyes, missing Rex and Anakin’s horrified expression exchange.

“You are not putting that in your tea until its been examined Obi-Wan.” Anakin stated strongly, taking a step towards his old master.

The redhead bounced back a step, moving further away. “Its just a piece of fruit Anakin, I’m sure its harmless.” He huffed, coloring a bit at the dubious look the other two exchanged.

“You mean like the poisoned grain we found last week?” Rex questioned a tad dryly, remembering Cody groaning into his shoulder about his General eating poisoned grain.

“Or that rabbit creature you found, whose fur could shift into razor like spikes while you were petting it?” Anakin tacked on just as quickly. “You are not testing that thing yourself, regardless how much you miss lemon in your teas, don’t test me Obi-Wan, I will tell Cody.” Anakin said sternly.

Cradling the blue citrus to his chest, slowly looking between the two blonds, Obi-Wan seemed to be considering his options.

Then he stuck out his tongue at them, much to Rex surprise. “You can’t stop me!” The man raced right out with Anakin on his tail.

Clearly he had expected this to happen, as he had given Leia over to Rex, the captain juggling two twins in his arms. “Obi-Wan get back here! Master Gallia! Stop him! He has an unknown and untested fruit! SOMEONE CALL CODY!” The commotion echoed across the building town.

Slowly, Rex looked between the two twins, getting sleepy blinks from both of them. “…Guess you two are with me for the time being,” He stated, a tad amused but mostly worried, glancing after the other two males. “…Lets hope your uncle doesn’t poison himself… again.” He sighed, resigning himself to calling Cody.

Di’kut Jedi.

if you’re still doing distant pain, could we see more stories from obi-wan’s black ops missions/obi-wan being completely reckless and how the clones react to that? maybe some angst from obi-wan worrying he’s not enough for others after qui gon gave him up?? you’re an amazing writer!!!

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Gingerly taking a step while holding onto Dogma’s arm, Obi-Wan let out a low groan as it pulled on tender healed skin as his foggy head finally started pushing blood in the right directions. “Shitty titty… blasted naked besalisk, fucking six titted-aaaah.” He grumbled deeply and paused, ignoring both Rex and Cody giving him bemused look and Dogma’s vaguely horrified one.

Zuru was just too used to his General’s behavior to take notice of the cursing and the rather… uniqueness of it. Which was why he was just sitting cross legged on Obi-Wan’s bed, watching closely as Obi-Wan tryingly started walking around after hanging upside down.

“Next time I see Dooku, I’m shoving my lightsaber up his arse.” Obi-Wan growled before carefully pulling away from Dogma’s arm and moving on his own, breathing out heavily as it still made his head feel a bit faint.

But he felt better as he moved, healing skin stretching nicely after the bacta had healed it even if it was sore along with his head.

“Where in galaxy have you seen six tits?” Rex couldn’t finally help but ask, scratching at his blond fuzz.

“Ever seen a naked jawa?” Obi-Wan bounced back, moving between the beds with stronger and stronger steps, ignoring how the rest of the tent paused at the reply.

Dogma gained a more obviously horrified look, echoed by both Rex and Cody, Helix squinting thoughtfully at the ceiling of the tent.

“Okay, hold up, you’ve seen a naked Jawa?” Zuru blinked at him. No one saw a naked jawa, they didn’t undress in front of outsiders from what people could tell and they got really territorial and angry if you tried to pull their hoods down.

“More like stripped it, I had to find my lightsaber somehow, little weasel thought I didn’t notice he stole it.” Obi-Wan grumbled as he paused and carefully stretched. All the bed laying and coddling had left him feeling stiff but thankfully the medics were willing to let him up now.

He ignored the disturbed and shocked looks of the troopers around him as he continued lightly stretching.

People didn’t just undress jawas after all but that was what Obi-Wan had been required to do, to get his lightsaber back.

Finally finished stretching, Obi-Wan turned and gave Zuru an expectant look.

The pilot, attuned as he was to Obi-Wan’s behavior, simply shook his head and threw him a black pouch.

Grinning happily, Obi-Wan made his way over to the mirror, set the black pouch onto the closest surface and fished out a tube of hair mousse from his products.

Quietly, most of the troopers watched Obi-Wan rub the hair product between his hands and run it through his hair, working it up into the faux mohawk he normally sported. “To be fair, I couldn’t have the little bastard open the case, if it found out I had a lightsaber, I’d either have to do some fast talking to convince the mandalorians I was with that I killed a Jedi or flee, compromising my mission.” He drawled slightly.

Perking up, Cody tilted his head. “Mandalorians? You worked with some?” He asked curiously, a tad hopefully. Obi-Wan had come to learn that a lot of the vode liked to assimilate mandalorian culture into their own.

Not really a shock, their progenitor was after all one, had hired many mandalorian teachers that taught the initial troopers and those later on had taught their own brothers.

The blood of true Mandalore flowed through the clones, regardless what kind of complicated view the other mandalorians had on them.

“Spied on them,” Obi-Wan corrected easily, not letting his thoughts escape, tilting his head back and forth before reaching into the bag again for a can of spray. “Death Watch, they’re officially listed as terrorists organization, even by the Republic despite staying on Mandalore most of the time but most consider them a ‘bygone’ threat.” Obi-Wan’s lips pulled into a sneer, alerting everyone what he thought of that decision.

“So you were spying on them to…what?” Rex questioned curiously.

“Correction, I was fucking the leader for information,” Obi-Wan smirked to himself, ignoring the aghast expressions in the mirror. Pre Vizla had been an easy mark for him and chatty once in bed. “To be fair, flash a bit of stewjoni blood at a true mandalorian and they kinda lose their mind, tack in the fact that I could fight and am decently attractive, especially back at twenty five, piece of cake infiltration really.” He chuckled quietly.

Before someone could respond to that, another person spoke up, clearly horrified. “Did the council send you on honeypot missions after you left me?” A strangled voice from the front of the tent question and Obi-Wan paused, turning his head to look at Qui-Gon.

He narrowed his eyes faintly before shrugging. “We do ours for the cause, Deatch Watch leader is a man of convictions with little morals and I knew my duty. Getting him to talk was difficult. So yes.” He turned back, spraying his hair so it would hold the mohawk shape.

Was he proud of that part of his missions repertoire?

No. Had it been necessary to get Pre Vizla talking?

Yes.

Obi-Wan knew that his information had at least helped keep Death Watch from abducting more children and kept them from infiltrating offices of the New Mandalorian government.

Even if Satine refused to listen to sense.

His lip curled a bit as he thought of his old flame before firmly snuffing the thought. If she wanted to suppress everything that made a Mandalorian into a Mando or exile those that didn’t listen, then fine, on her head be the cultural genocide.

She wanted to be the Senate’s little voice, she could stay there and rot for all he cared.

But Obi-Wan had washed his hands on all that, he had given her the information she’d need and what had she done with it?

Nothing.

‘It is times like this I very much wish Jango Fett had become Mand’alor, at least this travesty of a pale imitation culture wouldn’t exist. Nor would the black markets for traditional Mandalorian items.’ He mused to himself, ignoring Qui-Gon watching him with stricken eyes in the mirror.

I love AWOL Jedi its currently one of my favourite fanworks, anyway how did Anakin react to finding out about the clones of him and the other jedi? I got the impression he didn’t react well

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Playing with Leia’s dark hair as she napped on his chest, Anakin let out a steady, deep breath. “They reminded me of myself.” He finally stated quietly in a subdued tone.

His old master had come by the day after arriving back home, quietly pulling Anakin with him to his new quarters, one Anakin had quickly noticed was larger than normal and had three bedrooms.

Anakin would guess that one was intended for whoever was visiting, a guest bedroom basically to house another Jedi or potentially a trooper that wanted to stay over.

The second, the master bedroom that was in the middle, was obviously Obi-Wan’s and had a twin bed in it.

But the third one had a particular color scheme of 212th yellow and little knickknacks that Anakin recognized as belonging to Cody.

That was Cody’s room.

He and Obi-Wan were living together in the new temple and Obi-Wan had guest bedroom, likely to house members from the 212th if they wanted to come by and stay over. He wondered if Obi-Wan had known all along that Cody had been hinting to them living together or if this had on his mind as much as the troopers.

Not that he got to think much about it as Luke had taken that moment to poop himself out and Leia had started crying, causing both Obi-Wan and Anakin to become preoccupied for a while, both working on settling the kids comfortably until they fell asleep in the respective man’s arms.

Feeling tired himself, Anakin had curled up on Obi-Wan’s couch when the other had sprung the question about their clones on him.

Obi-Wan, curled up in a beanbag beside the couch, likely a habit carried from curling up in the troopers tent, raised an incredulous brow.

It had Anakin rolling his eyes. “Yes, I know they are literal clones of me and therefore should remind me of myself but I mean…” Anakin trailed off, frowning slightly before sighing, hugging Leia to his chest.

Obi-Wan paused, shifting so he could cradle Luke in one arm, resting his hand on Anakin’s knee.

The touch was warm, supportive and when Anakin looked at him, he could only see patience and concern in Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Huffing slightly, turning his eyes back to the ceiling, Anakin focused on Leia and the hand on his knee for a few moments, letting the calm fill him. “…They didn’t ask to be created, their lives were set to be someones else, to belong to… if Cody and the others hadn’t found them, they would have been slaves to someone else will. I never…” Anakin trailed off.

But Obi-Wan simply squeezed his knee, an understanding, sorrowful hum escaping him.

He understood, in ways no one else would.

Because Obi-Wan knew his history, knew where Anakin had come from and his complaints.

Anakin Skywalker had been born and raised a slave for nine years.

With the assistance of Qui-Gon Jinn, he had freed himself, become a Jedi, learned at Obi-Wan’s feet how to be powerful and free and… he learned what freedom tasted like.

Which was why he had decided, long before they were even a twinkle in his eyes, that no child of his should ever become a slave. He wouldn’t allow it.

The clones however…

They wouldn’t have belong to themselves, stuck on Kamino.

The Jedi had never been ignorant to the large scale hypocrisy of the clone army and its ‘conscription’ to the GAR, the Senate wide demand. They just hadn’t been able to do anything, much to many gentlebeings guilty conscience in the Order as they lead them to pain and death.

The GAR clones, Jango Fett’s clones, hadn’t been given the freedom they deserved, had been slaves at the whim of the Senate.

Anakin’s clones would have been equally unable to say no.

Sold to highest bidder maybe, been whatever it was the owner would have wanted.

They weren’t Anakin and yet still a part of him and Anakin’s emotions had been overwhelming in that moment as Rex had showed him the little lights.

He had not been the only Jedi either, to see the little other lights, to know the kaminoan’s had taken their samples and cloned them…

The fact that Obi-Wan understood was something Anakin couldn’t help but be grateful for.

Grateful that he had Obi-Wan and the 501st, Rex having sat with him for hours after, the others taking care of Leia and Luke, letting Anakin work through his emotions without upsetting the twins.

It was nice, to have others.

Oooooh Sightlessbird is SO. GOOD. You are an amazing writer!!Just curious how Fox reacts to hearing the Chancellor (aka the man he serves) may have poisoned Obi-Wan…Yikes. 😬

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Stroking the delicate hand with his thumb, Fox let out a deep breath.

After escorting Amidala around, he was so grateful that he could finally run back to the temple to see his vod’ika, sit at his bedside.

The sterile room had been empty sans the sleeping Obi-Wan when he arrived, setting Fox heart into his throat in sheer fear after what he had learned at the Rotunda despite knowing that Rex couldn’t remain the entire time he and Skywalker was gone.

He had actually gone over Obi-Wan’s vitals and information, just to check, just to be sure, to ease the fear and paranoia in his own mind despite the security that was the Jedi temple. At least the Halls, as far into the temple as the healing Halls were, should be safe.

Learning that the chancellor of all people…

Fox wasn’t sure what to do about that news even as his racing heart calmed with the knowledge that Obi-Wan’s vitals were unchanged and strong, there was nothing but inadequate suspicions with circumstantial evidence at best, nothing concrete beyond a conversation between Palpatine and Amidala and yet, deep in his heart, he knew the truth.

The Chancellor had tried to kill his little bird and Skywalker believed so too clearly, watching him stomp away dramatically, light bulbs popping overhead as several aides and senators let out overly dramatically panicked noises were a clear sign of that.

It didn’t make sense though, why in all maker’s name would the Chancellor want to…

‘Is he jealous?’ Fox knew that the Chancellor had once been a mentor of Skywalker, had been a trusted and close friend but after Commander Tano…

Maybe that was it.

Maybe he thought if he got rid of Obi-Wan, Anakin would come crawling back to him?

It was a rather disturbing and actually gross line of thinking and Fox wrinkled his nose.

But it could be the truth.

A terrible, ugly truth.

‘The Senate is an ugly thing though, at least the people in it.’ He snorted to himself. In principle, the Senate was a good thing, everyone able to voice their complaints and make deals.

But in reality, only a few benefited, by keeping their voices the loudest and making deals in the shadows.

Fox had caught his fair share of back alley deals with Senators involved, only for the judicial to let them escape the day after they were brought in, nothing happening outside of pockets filled with credits to make the problem just go away.

It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right but Fox was a clone commander of the guards, he saw to the safety of the Rotunda and GAR related issues.

Not the law on Coruscant.

He was not judge or jury, despite presenting evidence to them.

Had he been it, things would be run differently he thought bitterly as he lifted Obi-Wan’s hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it, feeling helpless to protect his little Jedi brother.

“You feel…angry.” A soft, raspy voice stated and Fox almost squeezed down on the little hand in shock, eyes snapping up to find Obi-Wan’s eyes open in a lidded, pale gaze.

Reaching out with one hand, Fox cupped a pale cheek, rubbing at a freckle. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered with disbelief, shaking slightly.

He wasn’t suppose to be awake yet, he was in a healing coma, he was suppose to sleep.

But here he was, his eyes were open and his lips curved into a weak, chapped smile. “Thirsty…” He rasped out, licking lightly at his lips.

Swallowing thickly, leaning up to punch the call button, Fox squeezed the others hand. “Okay, okay hold on little bird, a healer is on the way. Just… hold on… Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan you’re awake.” Fox felt like crying.

Felt like laughing.

Felt like he could scream.

In the end he settled for a hiccup as he pressed Obi-Wan’s hand to his face, relief spazzing through him as Obi-Wan smiled back at him with his pale eyes focused over Fox shoulder.

In Snow White purity does Obi Wan regret/feel guilty over what he did with Anakin?

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Waking slowly, Obi-Wan shuffled closer to the warmth wrapped around him and hummed softly when he felt arms tighten around him.

He felt heavy and content and no intrusive thoughts wandered in to tell him to hasten.

His alarm had yet to ring, he had no big plans for the day an-

Wait… arms?

Forcing his eyes open, Obi-Wan blinked down at his chest, staring at the blond head resting on his head, being up close and personal with the awkward growth of hair coming out of a padawan cut with the signs of curls.

Anakin.

His lovely, thoughtful Anakin.

The memory of the night before echoed through his head and Obi-Wan felt himself flush as he reached slowly up and wrapped his arms around the younger Jedi, smiling shyly as Anakin grumbled and nuzzled more into his hair.

His thighs tingled at the memory, despite his slight humiliation at the memory of begging, of Anakin of all people tempering him.

But he also couldn’t help but adore the other even more after last night, Anakin’s quiet, strained voice in his ear, assuring and yet not going too fast, showing him another way to grant pleasure than for the other to penetrate him.

Anakin had been right.

He hadn’t been ready for that last night.

He would have regretted it come morning, even though it had been Anakin and he loved Anakin.

‘How is it that you take better care of me than I do of myself?’ Obi-Wan ran his fingers gently through the growing curls, skritching carefully at the others scalp. He got a deeply pleased sigh, the warm breath of Anakin’s lungs heating the soft silk of his own nightie.

His dearest Anakin, who seemed to love him with all his strangeness and depravity, Anakin with gentle eyes and caring hands.

‘I’m not sure what I did to deserve you but… I’m too selfish to give you up when you willingly want me.’ Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to the top of the other’s head and then slowly disentangled himself from the other man.

Anakin whined and clung to him but with a strategic pillow, Obi-Wan managed to leave the bed. The blond groaned and pressed his face into the pillow, nuzzling it heavily with a half mumble of Obi-Wan’s name.

‘How can he be so cute?’ Obi-Wan flushed, grabbing his bathrobe and heading for the kitchen, flushing at the feel of his thighs rubbing at each other, the sensation more sensitive than the day before due to the activities last night.

Anakin took care of Obi-Wan, so the least he could do, was return the favor.

‘Flatcakes and coffee, maybe I’ll even make that fancy foamy coffee he likes so much if he stays asleep long enough.

The thought perked him up, set a pet into Obi-Wan’s steps as he hurried to the kitchen.

The quicker he got to work, the more time he would have to spoil Anakin.

After all, they were boyfriends, the word still causing Obi-Wan to flush all over. But that meant that he was permitted to spoil Anakin as much as he could humanly manage and Anakin would tolerate.

Knowing Anakin, he would love every bit of attention and the thought had Obi-Wan smiling as he tied his apron on to avoid getting food spills on himself, flipping on the water heater so he could make tea and caff for the two.

Operation spoil the boyfriend was officially in the works.

Heyyyy Moddy my dear who ate the key from a keyboard. Can we have a bit of Din using the silks in his nest? Just a soft thing where he happily is making the nest but is a bit of a brat in not letting his alphas in.

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Not unexpectedly but utterly enraging for his two alphas were the fact that the drugs he had been slipped had messed with Din’s heat and hormones, the omega slipping between normality and a faux heat from day to day without warning.

Din could be fine one minute and in the next he could bloom with a sweet smell, his body jittering as if too full of energy, though, thankfully in Din’s eyes, he had yet to leak slick in public.

He didn’t think he could handle the humiliation if it happened again while he was fully aware if he was honest, not that Paz or Boba blamed him.

Paz and Din had actually been lucky that it hadn’t happened while they were down at the markets, Din’s hormones having quelled themselves for those first few days after the drugs had run out.

But after the back pain had faded, the hormones had risen, sharp and furious, as if the delay had made Din’s body angry at itself.

Their medic, Russal, had of course checked on Din when the first faux heat happened.

What he had found had alarmed the usually so nervous omega and he had actually hunted down the trio of his own volitional, entering the private territory of two big alphas to tell them what was up, to warn them that Din’s normal heat had been effected by the drugs and that the damage could potentially be permanent.

They would have to wait the month out, for Din’s hormones to once more settle and go back into their natural schedule as there was nothing Russal could actually do for Din’s hormone production in that moment.

Only once Din’s body calmed down would Russal could tell if there was permanent damage due to the drug that had been intended for an alpha having been slipped to an omega, especially in as high a dose as Din had consumed.

With that knowledge in mind, the month slowly started sliding forward as Paz and Boba kept a close eye on their mate.

It was hell on Din, the omega often shifting from quite normal to horny, to snappish, to weepy in moments and he wanted his kit more than anything, the urge to go find Grogu strong.

His mates was an up and down situation, sometimes he clung to either alphas like one of those weird bears from Naboo with the gray fur.

Other times he’d snarl at the slightest of touch and one particularly bad day, he had lashed out and almost jabbed Paz with his vibroblade under the helmet.

He had instantly dropped to his knees after realizing what he’d almost done to one of his beloved alphas and started weeping, loud and heart wrenching as he went into a sudden omega drop, the sound of his sobs crackling through his vocoder.

The drop had sent both Boba and Paz alpha instincts into overdrive, their rage mixed with concern and need to protect and shield so strong their scent had sent everyone, even Fennec, out of the throne room in seconds.

After that, they decided that Din should remain in their quarters as much as he possible, especially in the morning so they could figure out if he was in one of the faux heats or not before he saw other people.

His heat schedule being out of sync along with his hormones fluctuating as they were meant that Din’s instincts were also effected.

Everyone of them.

Which meant that Boba and Paz could come back to Din rearranging their nest almost compulsively, often having been at it for hours from the look of it. It had gotten so bad in the beginning that Paz or Boba would ensure at least one of them ate with Din, even when he was upset and the last thing he actually wanted was an alpha around him.

Just to make sure he did eat, even if they had to sit out in the sitting room with Din in their nest.

Normally Din’s nesting behavior was adorable, Boba and Paz enjoying watching Din add and fluff material around but in his current state, it just reminded them that Din was not in a good state of mind and neglect himself.

It made both of them wish the karking noble was still alive, just so they could kill him slowly once more.

Still, watching Din tuck the silk blankets he and Paz had bought was nice, watching Din nuzzle down into it and rub his scent on them, enjoying the softness and comfort it brought their lanky mate.

Of course, it was even nicer when he made demanding noises, staring at either alphas until they entered the nest and added their own scent to said blankets.

With them being as new as they were, there wasn’t much scent on it yet after all.

It had simply smelled of textile and the detergent used to clean them.

Now they smelled of Din and his mates, smelled of warmth and mates and comfort and a slight scent of sourness as Din grew distressed from time to time.

It was a long month for all of them.

But finally, after the mother of all meltdowns, to the point Din had isolated himself in his nest for two days where Paz had almost pulled out his dreads in worry and Boba had ended up sleeping on the couch on the sitting room, the month mark finally hit and Din’s scent started to even out.

To the point where he was just mellow, curled up in bed on top of Paz chest while clinging to Boba’s hand, desperate to keep contact with both at the same time.

Boba had just left Fennec in charge for the day, pushing off several meetings, his mates coming before anything even as they informed Russal that they’d be by later in the night.

Seeing Din finally back in his own comfort zone, purring quietly under their touch as he scented either… well, it was doing both alphas a galaxy of good.

“Ni ceta…” Din whispered quietly.

Paz just dropped a kiss to the top of Din’s head and Boba ran his free hand up to the others cheek, rubbing the apple of it lightly. “There is nothing to forgive. You didn’t ask for your hormones to be affected.” He stated, perhaps a bit tiredly but smiling all the same.

Din made a low noise but didn’t deny it even if he clearly still felt repentant.

“You can make it up by making some of that no bake cake for us, if you really wanna say sorry.” Paz chuckled quietly, equally tired but happy.

That got a low snort out of Din, the omega nuzzling into his neck. “I swear, you think with your stomach.” He huffed fondly, both alphas chuckling.

“I won’t say no to that cake though.” Boba agreed, smiling at the amused noise and purr coming from their mate, pressing closer to Paz side.

He was determined to enjoy the quiet, for however long it would last.

Translation:

Ni Ceta = Formal apology

A wholesome fic of Codywan relaxing, them having a day off from the war

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Handing over the cups to the other man, Obi-Wan gingerly crawled into the bed behind Cody, settling against the headboard and tucking the pillows around until he was comfortable.

Once done, he took the cups from the other and chuckled as the commander leaned back until his back was against Obi-Wan’s chest, letting out a soft grunt as he pulled the duvet up around them until both commander and general was comfortable. “Okay, give me my hot chocolate.” Cody murmured, voice low to not break the softness that had descended on the rooms of Obi-Wan’s quarters.

With Anakin out and about with a certain Senator and Ahsoka bunking in the padawan dorms and having fessed up, with her lekku’s and cheeks flushing, that she was going with Barris somewhere, they were guaranteed peace and calm.

They sought to make the most of it.

Therefore they had first taken a long water shower together, their bodies warm as they scrubbed each others hair, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle brushes of fingers, taking the time to just… feel each other.

It was soft and warm and something they couldn’t get always, going slow and steady.

Afterwards they had pulled the tv into the bedroom, Cody setting it up so they could watch it from the bed as Obi-Wan went to the kitchen, finding a plate of puff pastries with cream fill in the fridge and making two steaming cups of dark chocolate for them.

In Obi-Wan’s cup, there were a few miniature marshmallows floating about, slowly melting in the heat as he held tie cup tightly, savoring the smell and warmth.

Cody’s meanwhile had a touch of chili in it, heating the drink just right as Cody had a taste for spice like many clones.

There was a very good reason why moonshine and hot sauce were two of the most traded items in the GAR after all along with sweeteners for caff or tea.

The plate of pastries, set on a plate on the night table, combined with the hot chocolate and the warmth of being wrapped up in each other was everything either could want for on the cold Coruscant day.

Being alone, clean, satisfied and also wearing soft worn pj’s, Cody’s loaned from Obi-Wan, made everything even better as the two settled on the movie they had picked out prior to the shower and settling down in bed.

It wasn’t a good one, a silly romcom but the importance wasn’t the movie really but that they were together, curled up together as they watched curiously.

Sipping the coca slowly, Cody let out a relieved hum when he didn’t burn his tongue, smiling when Obi-Wan’s free arm wrapped around his chest to rest over Cody’s heart. “Clingy.” He murmured teasingly.

“Only when its you.” Obi-Wan answered quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Cody’s temple.

The admittance had Cody smiling, the smile growing even wider when Obi-Wan dropped his lips to a dark mark on the commander’s neck.

Soft, warm and cuddled together.

Cody could unfortunately get used to this, as rare as it was in the war. ‘Savor the memory Cody. The war will hold for another day.’ He promised himself as he soaked up the comfort of his Jedi.

Just for this night, it was them, a stupid movie and warm chocolate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially one as precious to him as Din was.

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

Their palace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not like the title of buir’ika.

That was for play.

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

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

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

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

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

He was fine with that, trusting himself to Din.

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

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum = I love you

Balyc = Also

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

Ner Cabur = My protector

Cabur be ner kar’ta  = Protector of my heart

Sweet Princess- a clone comes to court? Does Din know where Boba came from?

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Today was shaping up to be a bad day all over.

Din had finally been released from the medbay, sleeping in their room curled into Boba’s body for comfort while Boba latched almost desperately onto the other man, spending a long time awake simply watching Din in their bed, sleeping peacefully in Boba’s arms as his bruise mottled body relaxed.

However, his fever had spiked that morning and had woken both of them with a nightmare, Din babbling apologies as he sobbed brokenly, his hand curled between the two.

Russal had warned them that this could happen, Din’s kidnapping stint in a tiny cell that was alternatively hot then cold depending on day or night without anything to cover him along with blood loss, pain and no water or food leading to Din’s body to now coping with the trauma.

The fever and chills were almost guaranteed and Boba would have been surprised if Din didn’t have a nightmare or two after what had happened.

He took note that Din often clung to his collar, his good fingers wrapped around the ring of it, as if the reassuring weight was needed to remind him where he was as he pressed into Boba’s body.

Tacked onto that, Leia Organa had arrived on Tatooine, thankfully sans Han Solo as Boba wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold himself back from killing the laserbrain if he showed up.

However she had also brought clones with her as guards and Boba didn’t want Din to see them. A frightened part of Boba was worried about Din comparing them, finding Boba lacking in some manner.

Yet there was nothing he could do about that.

He wasn’t willing to leave Din alone in the bedroom, not in his current state after nightmares and fever and Leia Organa was not a woman you left to wait.

Which was why he greeted her in the throne room with Din sleeping against his shoulder, his sweetheart wearing Boba’s robe once more as Boba wanted the other more covered up than the pretty lingerie outfits he normally wore as Boba’s Princess.

Honestly, Din really should have his own but the other seemed to prefer to steal Boba’s clothes when he could.

It was why Boba kept more than one robe and a few extra shirts and tunics, just so Din could raid his closet at times.

The sight of a sleeping, almost bare man in a collar on Boba’s lap had not impressed Organa and the clones behind her was watching too with uneasy eyes, despite not talking. Neither of the two aging clones were impressed with what they were seeing obviously and Boba was almost certain that one of them were Captain Rex.

Not that he cared.

None were as little impressed as Organa though, the woman’s voice rising and Boba got it, he really did.

She had once been chained to this very dais as Jabba’s pet but by the first light, he wanted to jab her in the throat to shut her up, his own anger rising to match her spiteful words as he struggled not to wake Din.

All in vain as Organa’s voice finally rose loud enough to shake sand off the ceiling as she eyed some of the mottled bruises on Din’s legs and the bandage around his knee with disgust, the clone Boba thought was Rex reaching out to try and reel her in, the former princess reaching for the blaster on her belt, the situation rapidly deteriorating as Boba’s guards were going for theirs.

But her voice had finally woken Din, his fever doing what torture could not as he gave a small, frightened cry and jerked to in Boba’s lap like a skittish tooka, breaking the tension of the room.

Instantly Boba’s focus turned, his arms coming up protectively to prevent Din from falling from his lap. “Mesh’la, verd’ika, calm down, gedet’ye.” Boba murmured quickly, shifting one hand up to Din’s upper back, holding him in place while his other captured Din’s formerly injured hand, cradling it to his chest.

Shuddering, looking around shakily, glancing over at the stunned trio in front of the dais, Din swallowed thickly. “W-What’s going on?” He rasped quietly, blinking the grit out of his eyes, licking his dry lips.

“Organa came to see me, to… negotiate.” Boba stated quietly, his voice still pitching through the throne room but everyone that had spent more than a day in the court knew better than to interrupt when Boba was speaking with Din.

The trio in front was still too surprised at Boba’s behavior to make more fuss, the likely Rex clone hand on Organa’s shoulder.

Din let out a low noise, shifting slightly in the others lap. “Organa… the hutt slayer?” He questioned, glancing towards her when Organa let out a surprised noise.

Snorting quietly but nodding as he cradled Din’s hand to his chest still, Boba removed his other arm from around his lover to bite at the fingertip of his glove, removing it.

He spat it out into Din’s lap and reached up to the others forehead, hissing quietly as he pressed his hand to the others forehead, a dark frown on his face. “Your fever is just as bad as it was in the morning. You should be in bed.” Boba murmured disapprovingly, bare hand stroking over Din’s hair and settling on the back of his neck.

Shuffling, pressing into the others neck, Din whined. “Don’t want to be alone.” He rasped out.

Sighing faintly, Boba cuddled the other more to his chest. “Yeah, see, that’s why you’re here,” Boba agreed quietly, shooting Organa a brief, angry glance before focusing back on his lover. “Just a bit more and we can go back to our room,” He stated in a promising voice, smiling faintly when Din let out a soft, relieved noise that turned into a hum when Boba lifted Din’s hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the pinkie and ring finger. “Just a little longer Princess.” He promised quietly.

“What is…” Organa paused, lips pursed, eyes glancing between Din and Boba.

Snorting, Boba cradled Din to his chest. “Princess got abducted a few days ago, he only recently left the medical bay with permission of our medic.” He drawled, feeling Din shift to glance at the New Republic Senator and clones.

At the mention, Russal waved nervously from over at the bar where he he had been speaking with Cobb, Boba nodding in return to him even as he took note of the Marshal’s hand on his blaster still.

Organa’s brows furrowed, glancing between the medic and Din’s bandaged and bruised legs.

“I however don’t like leaving him alone, he’s sick and prone to nightmares at the moment,” Boba continued and felt Din press back into his neck, a humiliated little whine coming from the other and Boba smoothed his gloved hand over the others spine in apology as he continued staring at Organa. “Nevertheless, you arrived in a nifty star destroyer and demanded my presence, on my planet and seeing as who your brother is along with that death craft, I’d rather not risk bringing a Jetti down on my palace even if you only brought two guards with you down.” He sneered at Organa.

In his lap, Din tensed slightly at the mention of Luke and Boba continued rubbing at the others back while cradling the hand, feeling the ring and pinkie finger twitch slightly in his grasp as Din hand fisted.

Any mention of Luke always had Din slightly on edge, mostly since he knew that Boba didn’t actually approve of the man. But Boba knew better and left sleeping dogs lay, as long as Luke karking Skywalker behaved and taught Din’s adiik properly, Boba would keep his comments to himself.

Organa however could go eat a fist if she upset Din one more time. Din needed rest, not being scared awake.

At the moment she looked like she had eaten a lemon, her pretty face puckered up into a thoughtful scrowl as the two stared at each other, King of Tatooine and former Princess of Alderaan. A silent battle of wills that only broke when she glanced once more at Din, taking in the sweat gathering on Din’s dark skin along with the faint trembles bringing her empathy to the surface. “…Is there accommodation close to the palace?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest, indicating that she would not be accepting any rooms Boba offered her in the palace.

Not that he wanted to house her after she freaked Din out.

Grunting, Boba tilted his head to look to the bar. “Rive, the inn is fully operational in town, right?” He questioned one of his lieutenants.

The armored, blue skinned twi’lek let out a soft hum and nodded, ignoring Organa wholly as she only gave her attention to her boss. It shouldn’t amuse Boba, the show of pettiness that could make negotiation harder but honestly, every time one of his former slave turned captains or lieutenants decided they didn’t like someone for how they spoke to Boba or Din, it made the cold concave of his heart flutter with delight.

They had been there long enough to know that Din’s power over Boba stretched far beyond what a common ‘slave’ had and knew that Din knelt willingly at his feet. “Yes sir. La-Vulpa had it up and running last week. Far as I know, he has at least ten beds for outsiders and I don’t think there’s more than five at the moment down in the town.” Riva stated calmly.

Turning his head to look at Organa, Boba raised a brow, gnarled scar tissue pulling at the move.

She nodded harshly in return. “Then we’ll continue this tomorrow.”

A concession, small one but it meant Din and Boba could retreat, could rest.

Shifting his arms around the other man, Din letting out a questioning noise only to squeak and throw his arms around the others neck for support when Boba stood with Din in a princess carry. “Tomorrow then. Riva,” He turned back to his lieutenant. “Contact me if there’s any issues or if Shand returns, otherwise, we’re not to be disturbed.” Riva’s armored lekku’s twitched, scraping against her pauldrons before she raised a fist and tapped her chestplate twice, bowing her head in respect.

“Of course sir, enjoy the rest of your day,” Her eyes flickered to Din. “Speedy recovery Princess, court isn’t the same without you here.” Din looked up at that, blinking at Riva before smiling weakly, settling his head back into Boba’s neck.

‘Rest, yes, rest would be good.’ Boba made his way around the throne, ignoring the two clones staring after him and Din even as Organa was already moving for the stairs.

Maybe he and Din could take a second bath, try and sweat the fever out and not just for cleaning purposes but regardless, they were returning to bed.

Translation:

Mesh’la = beautiful

Verd’ika = little soldier

Gedet’ye = Please

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

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

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

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

The clones.

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

Why had the kaminoan’s thought to do this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially since he was also sick.

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

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

Most commonly, a cold.

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

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

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

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

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