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Oh, so I know you’re done with Kyber tears. But I agree with you, its one of my favorite works from you and I adore it and I would just love to see something from it. Maybe a little series of oneshots for the after, Cody and the others dealing with the recovery, Obi-Wan getting used to new legs maybe or just anything really. Because it was such an original concept and I just miss the story.

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Obi-Wan is asleep, his head pillowed on one of his arms with the other resting along his chest and Cody knows that he should cover the Jedi up with the black blanket with white stars on it resting innocently on the back of the couch for the man but for the life of him, Cody can’t bring himself to move.

Can’t stop staring at where Obi-Wan’s thighs tapers off into stumps as he stands at the end of the couch where Obi-Wan’s head rests.

They’re covered by the sewed up leggings of course but he’s seen the damage beneath, the scar tissue, can imagine it now as easily as he can the back of his own hands.

And for the life of him, he can’t stop staring, occasionally flickering his eyes up to Obi-Wan’s face to take in that he’s still deeply asleep, the glow of his freckles dimmed with the others state of relaxation before Cody’s eyes are flickering down again.

It looks so wrong, the parts missing of Obi-Wan making Cody’s stomach clench up despite how much Obi-Wan has healed and adapted to his missing limbs.

It reminds Cody how much he failed his General, failed Obi-Wan.

Or that’s how it feels like to Cody.

That he failed Obi-Wan, that the other was taken while Cody wasn’t looking and paid a price so heavy that he’s been permanently altered.

Even should Obi-Wan decide to get prosthetic, he is still changed.

Changed because Cody hadn’t been there, hadn’t protected the other.

It was an illogical thought, Obi-Wan was more than capable at protecting himself and the idea that Cody could have done something against a trained Sith…

But thoughts didn’t have to be rational and emotions certainly weren’t.

And so Cody hurt as he watched his Jedi.

Obi-Wan let out a small mewl in his sleep, stretches slowly with his thighs pressing out, muscles quivering slowly and Cody feels something in his chest clench hard at the sight of those stumped thighs twitching slightly out into the air before flopping back down on the couch.

‘…He’s alive. He’s chipped and wobbly and rattles on the table like a cup but just like the cup I fixed with glue when Boil chipped it, he’s still here. He just needs a little help, a little glue. Undeniably still alive.’ Cody reminded himself sternly even as his own guilt tried to eat him up.

Slowly, carefully, to avoid waking Obi-Wan, Cody made his way between the couch and the caff table, carefully kneeling down facing the man. Then he equally carefully grasped the hand Obi-Wan wasn’t laying on, just holding it.

The hand was warm in his, Obi-Wan’s sleeping body doing better to heat him than when he was awake, the amputation of his legs disrupting his system according to Helix and Cody felt something slowly ease in his chest at the feeling.

It made it easier to look away from the stumps, to reach for the blanket over the back and tenderly tuck it around Obi-Wan one handed, still holding onto his General hand with his other.

Still alive.

I am SO in love with sightlessbird! I had no idea how much I needed Obi-Wan to have a bunch of ori’vode, (especially Fox!!!) so all the binding is making me so happy! How does the 501st handle their baby commander spending so much time with Fox and the Corascant Guard? Do they try to steal him back, or have competitions on who can be the best big bros?

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Perking up when he felt several familiar signatures in the Diner, Obi-Wan latched onto Fox hand and tugged on it as the commander stepped out of the skycar after Obi-Wan. “Come on, come on, lets go inside.” He squeaked eagerly, flushing slightly when he heard several amused snorts.

But he couldn’t quite find it in himself to care as Fox simply chuckled and reached out to ruffle his tied hair with his other hand. “You got it verd’ika, you still know what you want in there?” He murmured as he guided Obi-Wan towards the door, easily guiding him around a few civilians with the rest of the guards shoring up the back.

Slipping in with a nod, Obi-Wan took a moment to orient himself before letting go of Fox hand to shoot forward to the third booth in the diner. “Rex!” He greeted cheerfully.

There was a squeal, the clatter of a cup, a loud THUMP of a lot of plastoid hitting something and a deep groan.

Obi-Wan blinked heavily as a stunned silence descended with someone choking on a bit of food from what he could tell.

“…Did you just try to jump out of the window Captain Rex?” Fox questioned in a flabbergasted voice right behind Obi-Wan.

“…Maybe,” Rex admitted, flopping down into his seat as someone cackled a bit to their left, Obi-Wan recognizing it as Fives with someone, most likely Echo, hissing at him. “Look, I wasn’t expecting this and the last time I saw the commander, I was trying to get him to stop carrying a bomb over his head to throw at droids,” Rex groaned before pausing. “…You don’t have a bomb right now, right commander?” He stated warily.

Flushing deeply, Obi-Wan squirmed before pouting, he wasn’t THAT bad was he?

Sure, he had a tendency to somehow come over grenades and bombs in the field they found out but…no that bad!

“No, I just came from blaster practice with the guards, Fox agreed to get bantha burgers.” His pout gave way to excitement, absently noting Anakin checking over him in their bond.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved the fare at the temple, a mix of everything from all over the galaxy to cater to the multitude of species and cultures different Jedi came from, but sometimes you couldn’t beat a greasy burger and a milkshake.

There was a slight laugh and a woosh of air, another hand suddenly ruffling his hair. “Well, then, that sounds like a much better idea… no bombs?” Rex tacked on again, even as he ruffled.

“No bombs.” Obi-Wan assured, wiggling a bit as Fox settled his hand on his shoulder.

“Come on Birdie, lets get you that food and find a place to sit. This booth is full.” He chuckled, gently pulling Obi-Wan to the counter.

Which made sense, it felt like outside of one or two souls, there were only troopers in the diner at that moment and troopers tended to pile up together when they could Obi-Wan knew.

A burst of joy came from the front and Obi-Wan steeled himself as there was a loud laugh from the back kitchen. “OBI-WAN! My favorite little Jedi!” Dex roared out with delight, Fox letting go just in time for the besalisk to come around and lift Obi-Wan into a hug, all four arms involved.

“Hey Dex.” Obi-Wan squirmed happily, grinning as he was sat down on an available stool, wiggling happily as he bought his legs up and tucked them under himself.

A shift on his other side told him that Fox was sitting down too. “The usual kiddo?” Dex questioned, his breath smelling of warm cinnamon and sugar, the besalisk must have been in his pastry again he figured as he nodded eagerly. “With a chocolate milkshake if you please.”

Another warm laugh, a hair ruffle and then Dex turned to Fox, his droids already getting the rest of the guards order.

The bustling of the diner, familiar people and the smell of food closed in around Obi-Wan and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he loved it at the diner.

The company, the smell, the sensations…

Yeah, this was a safe space for him.

For sweetprincess, can Din and Boba talk after the subdrop?

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If someone was to call him a fool in the moment, Boba would not reject the notion.

He was not omnipotent, he was simply human and humans, unfortunately, made many mistakes throughout their life.

Even the ones reborn in the burning of the Dune sea, screaming to the suns as they pulled themselves free with blood and fluids coating their bodies.

…Huh, sounded a lot like a normal birth when you thought about it, not that Boba had a normal birth to begin with.

Din’s subdrop was as much on his shoulders as it was on Din himself and looking back on it, Boba realized that his anger had spoken where his understanding should have been.

They hadn’t spoken about the armor and its position in their relationship, especially in this part of the relationship and to have Din kneel in front of a full court in his armor, even for cauterizing a wound, was in bad taste.

Especially without a longer, in depth conversation.

Likewise, Din should have alerted him to the issue when his mind started swallow him up. He should have called out red for Boba to hear but a part of Boba was terrified that Din had and he had simply missed it.

He didn’t think so.

There was a reason he had kept his hand on the back of Din’s neck throughout the entire process but the maybe, the maybe haunted Boba, left him sleepless as Din soft breath puffed into his neck where he was curled into Boba.

They would need a long and serious conversation about it for sure.

Maybe several.

The armor and Din’s comfort in and out of it was…

Well, Boba wouldn’t pretend to understand it, he had seen people sworn to codes, to creeds, to religions but he had never been one for it himself.

Maybe the harsh life he had lead, the life without his father but he had never come to swear the resol’nare. He was too young while his father was alive and when he was old enough it just… never happened.

He met other mandalorians of course, warriors like his father but…

By the time Boba could swear it, Mandalore seemed like such a bitter concept with a duchess so sworn to her pacifist ideals that she’d stay out of an intergalactic war while departing the culture of Mandalore to the pale imitation of the Republic.

He sometimes wondered, how things would have been if a united Mandalore had been in shape, for either the CIS or the Republic.

Wondered how a united Mandalore would take to the clone armies.

He knew there were conflicted opinions about them, both on the New Mandalorians and the truer mandalorians side.

Not that it mattered.

Now it was just all a load of hypothetical with a glassed planet outside of the dome cities.

It was strange to think sometimes, that Boba, despite never really calling himself mandalorian, perhaps knew more of and experienced more of the culture than the foundlings and younglings of mandalorians now.

A strange and painful thought if he was honest.

Huffing out a breath, Boba pressed his lips to the feathered hair of Din’s head, focusing on the small twitches of the others body, indicating Din was waking slowly.

It took time, not surprising considering Din cried himself to sleep during a subdrop but finally, clinging to Boba, Din made a low noise and lifted his head enough to blink crusty eyes at the other. His cheek was lined from sleeping against Boba’s chest, his hair was a mess from Boba running his fingers through it and he looked like he’d rather be asleep again.

The two stared at each other before Boba reached out and gently ran his fingertips over Din’s cheek. “Mesh’la.” He whispered, smiling slightly at the flush that provoked. Din was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Din, reluctantly from the looks of it, sat up in bed, rubbing at his eyes to remove the crust from it and then focused sleepily at him. “What happened?” He mumbled, blinking his large eyes slowly at him.

Sighing, Boba sat up, stretching enough to crack his back before focusing on Din again, lips pulling taunt. “We were both stupid, that’s what,” He grumbled, reaching out to stroke Din’s curly hair into a semblance of order when the other winced. “You went into a subdrop Din.”

Din blinked at him, leaning into the touch as Boba watched him closely.

From the looks of it, Din didn’t seem to be in a subdrop still but Boba would keep his eye on him.

More than that, Din just seemed confused. “Like… when you had a domdrop?” He questioned slowly, reminding Boba of his own.

“Same thing, yes, emotions, adrenaline and darker thoughts tangling up. But mine came from how you reacted to the spanking admittedly. Yours however came from a lack of communication.” Boba stated seriously, pulling Din into his side to cuddle him.

That had Din glancing to where their armors were settled, the shelves for the helmets and the stands for the rest. “Oh…” He licked his lips.

Boba hummed, pressing a kiss to a bare, tanned shoulder as he rubbed slowly at the other side. “Mmn, so, first of, if you ever start feeling like you did yesterday, whatever we’re doing, be it pleasure, punishment or play, you tell me. You give me a red, you karking hit me if you have to,” He stated seriously, cupping Din’s chin to turn the other to face him. “You understand me?” Boba stated, voice demanding.

“But,” Din started, protesting with a small furrow between his brows.

“No,” Boba cut in, squeezing Din by the trim waist. “This is serious Din, subdrops aren’t healthy, they happen, yes but they can be migrated and even aborted. You had a major subdrop, you lost it and that’s on both you and me. Me for not making sure you knew that you could stop it all and not communicating properly with you and you for not speaking up,” He sighed against Din’s shoulder, rubbing slowly as he felt the tension of the others body. “…What was one of the first things I promised you Din, when we started this?” Boba questioned quietly.

Swallowing, shifting a bit, Din bit his lip before answering. “Safety. You… you promised me safety.” He answered dutifully.

Brushing his fingers over a large bruise on Din’s side, Boba hummed. “Yes. And that’s the most important thing. What happened yesterday wasn’t safe. What would have happened if you continued? If I hadn’t heard you?” He peered at Din.

Din opened his mouth then closed it, his expression turning uncertain before mortified and then sad, clearly recognizing what Boba meant.

Boba nodded seriously. “You would have continued until you had a fit in front of the court. I know that you’re getting more used to it Din but… its clear you still need the separation of the armor from who you are out there without it.” A layer of safety for Din, to give him time to rediscover his footing and his mind now that he wasn’t sure of his creed.

And maybe also a physical protection if Boba was honest.

Sooner or later, Bo-Katan was going to come looking for Din, Boba knew that, especially since Din was stationary here even if he sometimes flee off of into space on a hunt now and then or to visit Grogu at Skywalker’s little space.

As Princess, Bo-Katan wouldn’t look twice at Din.

Might have some unsavory words for Boba but he cared about her opinion as much as he did of bantha dung.

And Din needed more time.

Maybe one day, removing his helmet and kneeling at Boba’s feet in his armor would be a thing he could do but right now?

Din wasn’t ready and Boba had overstepped and practically trampled on Din’s boundaries. “For the future Din, promise me, if there’s something that upsets you, especially in regards to our relationship, talk to me,” Boba begged practically. “Gedetir.” He wasn’t above actually begging.

It seemed to work as Din swayed into him, pressing his face to Boba’s shoulder. “Elek buir’ika,” He whispered, nuzzling slowly before pressing a kiss to a scarred section of Boba’s shoulder. “But… just so you know… it wasn’t being in front of everyone that made… well that happen.” He whispered against the skin.

Breathing out, pressing his hand to the back of the others neck, Boba paused at the confession

“Oh?” He whispered back, prodding for more.

Din hummed a bit, nuzzling slowly before nodding. “I… the lack of touch, warm skin contact. I felt… stuck in my own head in the dark. And you were wearing your gloves…” He trailed off.

Boba held his breath for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to Din’s temple. “Good, good boy Din, thank you for telling me, that’s… that’s prudent information.” His mind raced a bit before nuzzling Din slowly. “My sweetest Princess.” He murmured, chuckling at the warm flush he could feel in the others cheek against his skin.

Hey! :) I love your story «Drink to many» and I really wanna know what happens next. ^^» Boba and Paz take good care of Din, right? And what happens to the Dickhead, that slipped something in the drink? Thank you so much for your writing! You are amazing! :)

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One of the things that he would never ever get tired of since coming to Tatooine and taking over the palace would be the fresher of the King’s suite. It was practically decadent, since it had a karking marble tub sunken into the floor with a slight rim to avoid any potential sand coming into it.

It was honestly more of a small pool than a tub in Din’s eyes, it easily held five or seven people, though maybe it had been intended for the worm that once owned the palace.

If so, the size made sense.

Boba had a few edits done of course, adding a shower in one corner of the fresher for quicker washes but the tub was nice for lazy days, especially after he had a few workers put in some steps that they could sit on and lean back against the rim.

Boba liked to have either Din or Paz sit down in the tub while he sat up on the rim with his feet in the water, washing the hair of whichever he had in between his legs. And Din and Paz enjoyed rubbing oils into Boba’s scarred skin to soften the skin and ease some of the pain Boba carried in the more sensitive of the scars.

Paz had turned on the taps so it had a head start on filling up while he cleaned up Din’s face and helped him drink, so by the time they came in, the tub was as good as filled for their needs, the steam rising slightly off the water.

Boba had been quick to add some oils to the water, the scent refreshing and woodsy, though Din couldn’t quite put a label to the scent outside of ‘woodsy’.

Didn’t matter, it smelt nice and would leave Din feeling clean as his alphas were clearly in a protective frame of mind with how close they kept.

Both alphas attention were turned on Din and it might have been overwhelming if Din wasn’t one, so used to it and two, so out of it.

Paz had been required to get into the tub and help Din in with Boba’s help, his legs not wanting to hold him properly and while a shower might have been easier, the bath would help with the sore muscles as much as the cleaning.

Clinging to his bigger alpha, Din let out a soft whine of humiliation as he pressed into the others neck.

He hated feeling like he was helpless.

He wasn’t and both his alphas knew it, but his muscles were practically jelly on him and all his instincts were crooning for his alphas.

Paz arms tightened around him, the man purring at him quietly as he pulled back to sit down on one of the bath steps, bringing water up to Din’s shoulders and his own chest. “Easy mesh’la. There’s no shame in needing us.” Paz promised as Boba joined them with a small splash, the shorter man moving until he was standing in front of Paz and Din on the lower step.

A callused hand settled on the small of his back, rubbing slowly. “Paz is right sweetheart, no one expects you to be fine after being drugged,” Boba murmured tenderly, prompting Din to look up from Paz neck. “Let your buir’ika and alpha take care of you, how about that princess?” He tacked on with a small smile.

The smile did nothing to hide the worry in Boba’s eyes but… well, it was nice and Din felt himself settle a bit more at it, nodding slightly. Paz shifted him instantly, pushing and pulling Din easily until he was leaning back against Paz chest, head settled to his shoulder and warm lips gently seeking out Din’s neck.

“That’s our boy,” Boba rumbled, grabbing the bar soap they kept and quickly scrubbing it between his hands until he had a good lather. “Just let us get you back on your feet and then you can kill the shabuir.” He chuckled lowly, smirking when Din grunted in agreement.

It turned into a low moan of comfort when Boba’s hands got to work in his hair first.

Paz ran a hand between Din’s legs underwater in the meantime, cleaning away dried slick with water and honestly, it felt fantastic.

Maybe if he was in better shape, he might perk up at the touch but at the moment he was just grateful Paz thought about the stupid slick between his legs. “Can you… oh.” Din closed his eyes as Boba skritched at his scalp with blunt nails.

“Hmm, what was that princess?” Boba questioned quietly, pausing when Din just mewled.

Grunting, Din shifted. “Paz, can you get the rest of the slick. Its so gross.” He huffed and felt Paz hum softly against his neck as Boba got back to work on Din’s hair when he knew it wasn’t him Din was talking to.

“Of course Din’ika. Anything you want.” He chuckled warmly, his hand reaching in between Din’s legs to carefully clean between his cheeks too. Valiantly, Din’s cock twitched, more a reaction to the sensation than any real desire.

Thankfully Paz finished up quickly, being effective and almost clinical in his cleaning. Most likely he realized that the last thing Din wanted was for his body to produce more slick after the last night. “There we go, better kar’ta?” Paz questioned softly into his neck, humming contently when Din let out an agreeable little purr. “Good. Like buir’ika said, we’ll get you back on your feet so you can rain holy terror down on people.” He chortled quietly and Din couldn’t help but snigger with him.

He liked it when his alphas let him go feral on his own.

Maybe he wasn’t the most traditional of omegas but hey, he didn’t have to be, not when both Boba and Paz enjoyed him just like he was.

“Bet you Din makes him cry,” Boba suddenly said, a sly smirk in his voice as he pulled his hands out of Din’s hair. “Aw, don’t cry sweetheart, I’m just gonna rinse your hair out, so keep your eyes closed.” He crooned when Din whined.

“Not crying.” He huffed, closing his eyes tightly when he heard the telltale sound of the water bowl they kept splashing into the water.

Warm water ran through his hair and over his face, Boba rinsing out of his hair three times before humming in satisfaction.

“You’re on. Though considering you’re the one paying for the scopes anyhow, I don’t see how its a win for you.” Paz stated with some bemusement that Din echoed with his own soft noise.

Boba just sniggered before humming. “Reminds me, I got a new credit chip for you two to use and no, you don’t get to have it Din. You just gave everything away last time, which is cute but its for you two to get yourself something nice.” Boba snorted deeply, Din opening his eyes to huff at the alpha.

Boba just smirked and leaned in, kissing him chastely but sweetly on the lips.

“Sweet, I noticed they set up a bakery at the market stalls. We can use some of it there.” Paz stated with some excitement, squeezing Din gently.

Well, baked goods didn’t sound so bad.

And maybe some new blankets and pillows for his nest he mused out loud.

Din missed his two mates exchanging a pleased look over his head.

They’d spoil their omega yet.

So Waxer and Boil had their baby in the Hoarder verse? Is it okay?

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Rubbing at a little hand, Cody barely hears his love speak.

He’ll blame it on his healing ears and the fact that Obi-Wan’s voice is so low it rasps, turning to look at the Jedi with besotted confusion. “I’m sorry, what?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the little ones.

Giving a drowsy, glassy eyed smile, (all the drugs doing their duty in his system), Obi-Wan repeats himself. “Boil and Waxer’s baby. You didn’t tell me… I mean I saw Waxer but I didn’t think to ask…” He trailed off sleepily, voice slightly slurred.

Cody just knew the other would fall asleep again in moments.

And he deserved it, a solid twenty hours in labor before the first one came, Obi-Wan clenching Cody’s hand in his, crying out with the contractions until the wails of their first baby filled the air as a light bulb in the room had popped, only for the second to be a breech baby.

The medics had been required to do an emergency c-section due to the circumstances.

The medics had of course drugged Obi-Wan up properly for the procedure and the removal of the babies but that didn’t make it any less exhausting on the body, Force sensitive or not.

It had of course helped that General Qui-Gon was there, carefully mopping at Obi-Wan’s brow while sending as much comfort the others way as he could.

After all that, Obi-Wan deserved all the rest he could get.

Smiling softly, Cody continued rubbing at a little hand grasping at his finger. “Their baby?” He finished the half sentence Obi-Wan had tried to sound out.

He got a sleepy little nod.

“Their daughter is fine, needed to be in an incubator for a while, apparently she got jaundice and its easily solved with some light.” He answered in soft tones to keep the other tired.

With the dimness of their room, the sedation in his veins and the warmth, Obi-Wan let out a sleepy little hum of understanding.

Back to sleep he went, with soft, even little breaths.

Chuckling quietly, Cody turned back to their little pink swaddled bundles, topped with blue caps to cover their downy little heads.

For the most part the kids seemed to take mostly after Cody, their skin on the darker side, though not as dark as Cody and while two of them had dusting of dark hair, the other two looked to be lighter.

It would be amazing to see what they eventually turned out to be.

And eyes…

Apparently newborns were generally born with blue eyes, or so a booklet Cody had read said. But eventually their eyes would turn into the color they were suppose to be.

Obi-Wan had theorized, rather early in the pregnancy, that the kids had a chance of going Cody’s amber or a mix of his own and Cody’s.

Something about recessive and dominant genes.

Cody hadn’t been paying too much attention to it at the time, his head resting on Obi-Wan’s belly, listening to the children move as the Jedi petted his hair and teased the springy curls that would disappear the next time Cody cut his hair.

There was a reason he kept it so cropped after all.

“We still haven’t thought of names for you all…” Cody murmured, smiling fondly when the one in the middle of the bassinet twitched at his voice and then settled back.

He and Obi-Wan had of course talked about it.

It had been a bit of a novel experience for him, if Cody was honest.

Clones named themselves, it was one of the few things that were theirs.

But they were also very much conscious beings.

The children wouldn’t be able to name themselves for years and years to come and they had to call them something.

Cody refused to be like the longnecks, dehumanizing his children and not giving them any names and instead a designation that would last until a name was chosen. Though he was more open to the suggestion when Obi-Wan assured him that if the children wanted, they could change or edit their names in the future.

So, they would have to think of names.

Proper ones.

Strong names.

Names that the children would be proud of and maybe want to keep.

He wondered if it be wrong to name one of them ‘Kote’. It had been Cody’s name, what felt like a long time ago, given to him by Fett of all people.

Then Cody found his own name…

But Kote was still a good name, a strong one, one to be proud of.

He’d ask Obi-Wan what he thought, once the Jedi was awake but until then, he was going to settle in and watch his little squad sleep, the sounds of all five’s steady breathing reassuring Cody that his strange little family was fine.

Do the healers figure out what triggered Obi’s relapse? Maybe there is something on Obi’s comm?

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“Can you tell how this happened?

The voice penetrated Obi-Wan’s foggy head, the words even and soft but somehow still attention catching.

There was a deep, slightly frustrated sigh. “Sometimes, relapses don’t have a reason. Obi-Wan’s recovery was never meant to be a straight line and while this is unfortunate, it was also to be expected.” A firm voice replied, a voice Obi-Wan recognized and knew very well to listen to or else.

Or else?

Else what?

“Its frankly a Force miracle that it didn’t happen sooner, I didn’t want to say anything, but I expected Obi-Wan back within the week of leaving. The fact that he remained out for a full month, even left the temple, is a very good sign for his progress. This? Its just a step back.” The voice continued, a thread of satisfaction in it.

There was a deep sigh. “So, two steps forward and one back then?” The first voice questioned.

“More like three steps forward and one back. He might be back in his room with the shielding now, but I don’t expect to keep him for long. We might also want to look into medication for Obi-Wan, we’ll talk with him about it again.”

A low, deep voice echoed. “He rejected it last, right?” That voice was very familiar and for some reason Obi-Wan’s mouth tasted of purple of all things when he heard it.

“Yes, with good reason. At the time it was offered, he was in even worse state and the side effects worried him, now he might be more amendable to it. He is in a much better condition, so some of the more severe side effects wouldn’t be a worry to him.” The firm voice stated quietly.

“A different medication you are thinking of now, hmm?” An old, croaky voice questioned.

It was familiar.

They all were but Obi-Wan just wanted to rest.

“Yes actually, the first one was… well, its an emergency and the side effects would lead to some permanently having to take them for life. Its why Obi-Wan rejected them and the only reason I offered them was due to young Anakin and the severity of Obi-Wan’s case.” The firm voice explained.

There was a rustle, something soft was brushed over Obi-Wan and he let out a soft noise, stilling all the voices.

A gentle, warm hand stroked his hair. “Obi-Wan?” The voice that tasted like purple stated, softer and closer now.

Yes, that was his name and he let out another soft noise as there was some more rustling before another, slightly cooler hand touched his temple. “Hmm, he’s not very conscious. Awake but not really aware… it is alright Obi-Wan, you can rest some more.” The cool hand lingered.

Oh, it expected a response.

Obi-Wan let out a small hum, shifting slightly as he bought his limbs closer to himself.

“Hmm, the severed bond, causing this it is?” The croaky voice questioned.

“Not directly, its more how Obi-Wan choose to deal with his relapse,” The firm voice answered, voice kinder. “Directing all of it into himself instead of leaning on his padawan, it created a feedback loop from the backlash. Also, apparently your voice tastes of purple Mace.” The firm voice sounded like it wanted to laugh.

There was a pause. “…I’m not even going to question that,” The purple voice sighed deeply before it spoke again. “I’ll take Anakin for the day, he’s not going to be in the best of moods and a good sparring or moving meditation works better for him. Shaak, will you tell Plo that Obi-Wan is in a better state? I would hate for him to be distracted in his mission.”

The soft voice from the start chuckled quietly. “Of course, will you join me Master Yoda? We could have tea together while Master Che returns to her duties.”

The voices started faded away, as if they were moving further off but the purple one lingered, the warm hand back in his hair. “…Rest well Obi-Wan, the temple will be safe around you.”

I love Floralskin!! Mainly because of the Rexwalker, but Obi-Wan with a flower on his face from Cody’s scar is also pretty neat. Could we see the next part? Maybe Rex convincing Anakin to tell Obi-Wan about what Palpatine tried to get him to do and them realizing he’s the Sith? Love all your stories!! 💙🥰

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Pausing, Anakin tilted his head at his soulmate. “What did you say?” He questioned with amusement, waiting for Rex to lift his head from his arms.

Turning it enough so he could peer blearily at Anakin, Rex let out a small grunt of disgruntlement at the stopped massage. “I said, you should talk with General Kenobi,” He repeated, giving a little happy sigh when Anakin started rubbing slowly at his back again. “It would help to talk with him. I know osik all about Force stuff but what the Chancellor told you sounds like…” He grimaced for point.

Honestly, when they had arrived back at Anakin’s quarters, the taller blond had still been less than settled and had therefore dragged his soulmate into the bedroom.

Of course, Rex was willing to do anything to help out Anakin, even if he wasn’t quite in the mood. Still, he had let Anakin undress him, his armor set to the side, a bit confused by Anakin telling him not to bother with the Jedi’s clothes.

It made more sense though, when instead of lube, Anakin had grabbed massage oil from his bed drawer and gently encouraged Rex to lay down on his stomach.

Now wholly onboard, knowing how tactile his soulmate was, Rex settled down on top of the covers and rested his head on his arms, smiling slightly as Anakin straddled Rex rear.

The weight had been comforting and the smell of the oil, a cloves Rex thought, had been soothing with the dimmed lights of the bedroom.

Added along with Anakin’s warm hands, the other having heated his mech arm up so the glove wasn’t cold, it made for a gorgeous sensation as Anakin slowly started kneading muscles, working at soreness in Rex back.

It had been so peaceful and Rex was sure the other must be using some kind of weird Force technique on Rex muscles, with how good the massage felt. Or maybe it was just that Anakin knew how to work his hands on muscles.

Hell did Rex know.

And then Rex had to open his fat mouth and interrupt the moment, Anakin now frowning faintly as he stared down at his hands on Rex oily skin. “I… don’t know. Maybe I’m overreacting?” The other blond mumbled, nervously shifting on top of Rex.

Grunting, Rex shifted then pushed at one of Anakin’s knees, encouraging the Jedi to shift up a bit so Rex could turn around on his back, uncaring of getting oil on the sheets. Instead he worked his arms around Anakin’s waist, staring up at him seriously. “You will listen to me Anakin Skywalker, you can be dramatic and you can be a bit too much sometimes,” The Jedi winced. “HOWEVER,” Rex continued sternly. “You are not overreacting. What Chancellor Palpatine told you was horrifying.” He scowled.

Sucking on his bottom lip, Anakin reached out to gently thumb at the flower on Rex face, tracing it with a tender touch. “…What if Obi-Wan thinks I’m silly?” He whispered, his emotions tangling with anxiety in the captain’s head.

Nuzzling at the others fingers, Rex raised his brows at his soulmate. “Do you really think he will?” He wryly questioned in return.

There was a pause and then Anakin shook his head, smiling shakily.

“Then you know you can go to him. He’ll listen.” Rex added, pulling Anakin down to kiss him softly, feeling the other smile into the kiss.

He knew Anakin would go speak with Obi-Wan.

Princess: Lol, Boba gonna wreck Din. Bet he needs pillows after

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There was a New Republican representative in their midst.

The pretty thing had come wandering in, as if she owned the place, as if she wasn’t scared and fair be, she had quite the terrifying guards with her. They had stayed back when she presented her case to Fett of course, the woman making sure not to stand on the trap door as they were standing to the sides.

And clearly they were trigger happy in their expensive gear.

Fett had leaned his elbow on one arm, Shand on the other, listening with a bored and slightly tired look on his face as he glanced over the preening human in front of him wrapped in expensive silk and leather, the cuts of her clothes the latest of fashion.

A honeypot for sure, they were all familiar with the tactic, a pretty thing that could sling pretty words in an attempt to get more out of a deal, even if Fett didn’t look the slightest interest.

A few were rather grateful Princess wasn’t there, after the display they had gotten to see, they weren’t sure Princess wouldn’t try to kill this pretty blond standing in front of Fett’s throne, pushing her bosom out.

Least she was smart enough not to stand on the former rancor pit door.

Of course, then there was a hiss and a snap, the sound of a door opening behind the dais and the court held their breath, half certain they were about to witness a bloodbath, about to witness Princess deal with what wasn’t even competition clearly if Fett’s bored eyes meant anything.

A few, soft steps and then Princess appeared in the doorway behind the throne, standing in a closed robe that was so dark blue it almost looked black and was slightly too short on him, inching up his thighs and yet long in the arms, carrying an armful of pillows as he peered blearily at everyone.

His hair was tangled mess and his neck, covered with the beskar collar, looked like it had been mauled.

Princess was wearing Fett’s robe, carrying pillows in his arms as he made his way from the room to the throne with an odd walk that was neither limping or waddling and yet both, pausing to lean down and press a kiss to his King’s cheek.

Then he straightened and stared at Shand, everyone holding their breath as they waited for what was going to happen now as Fett sat up, no longer leaning on the throne arm.

Princess gave Shand a darker glare when nothing happened, the woman simply laughing as she shifted off the throne arm. Instantly, Princess stuffed one pillow against the widest space with the arm, the second went over the arm Shand had been sitting on with the third and smallest pillow being stuffed between Fett’s sprawled legs.

Fett simply looked amused, peering up at his bed warmer with a raised brow.

Princess grumbled slightly, fluffing the pillow on the widest space against the arm. “I’m sore.” He rasped out, barely heard at all due to how low it was. The answer had a wide smirk cracking over Fett’s face as Princess gingerly crawled into his lap and sat down, back against the large pillow and legs resting over the arm Shand had been sitting on.

Lounging over his King.

Fett, as always, accommodated him, shifting his shoulders and his torso until Princess could rest his head on the man’s pauldron.

One of Fett’s glove covered hand rested over Princess thighs and the other came up to play with his hair, stroking carefully as Princess grumbles trailed off into pleased little sighs instead. Then Princess gave the New Republic representative a bleary stare. “…Who that?” He slurred out, not even a full sentence, very little care in his voice.

Fett hummed, still playing with Princess wavy hair. “Just a member from New Republic, Organa has heard I took over it seems,” He stated a tad wryly. “I imagine lady hutt killer wanted to either confirm the rumors or form an alliance… we’ll see.” Fett settled on easily.

The representative looked vaguely offended and yet horrified, opening her mouth only for Princess to beat her to the punch. “Lady what now?” Princess blinked in tired bemusement.

“Organa strangled Jabba the hutt with a slave chain. I salvaged the footage from his barge when I got out,” Fett gave a slow, vicious looking smile. “It was the funniest shit ever, watching that dainty little lady go feral on the giant slug, well maybe outside of Kryze look during the darksaber debacle.” He chuckled quietly, smirking when Princess grumbled and actually whacked him lightly in the chest with a hissed ‘stop moving, ow.’

Rightly on the armor but still.

Anyone else be dead.

The sex last night must have been out of this galaxy for Princess to get away with it.

And if the look on the lady’s face, it seemed she realized that her mission wasn’t going to be as successful as she had hoped on looks alone. Because there was no one that had Princess beat for Fett’s attention.

(Just so its said, there will be porn. I’ll just have to come back to the punishment lol)

Awww sightless bird is the cutest. Does Obi have a good time with fox at the shooting range? Do all the other Coruscant guards immediately love him?

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Flushing happily at the impressed whistle at his side, Obi-Wan lowered the blaster slowly as Thorn gently ruffled at his hair. “Well, fuck me kiddo, you’ve gotten even better at target practice. You hit twice the amount this time.” He stated.

Fox was just oozing smug pride at Obi-Wan’s other side as the rest of the Coruscant Guards happily chattered around them, some of them exchanging their prize from bets and others shouting praise Obi-Wan’s way.

Since it was Coruscant, there weren’t too many shiny’s among the CG and therefore most of them had been familiar with Obi-Wan already.

But a few faces were new and they had been properly fleeced by their older vode clearly by the grumbles he could hear.

Though, to be fair to them, they had never meet Obi-Wan and he was blind.

The concept of a blind person in a shooting range was clearly a bit beyond, even a Jedi.

This however had showed them not to underestimate Obi-Wan’s aim.

Out of forty shots, Obi-Wan had hit thirty, twice as many as Thorn said.

Fox had been carefully coaxing Obi-Wan into blaster practice from the day they meet, bringing the Initiate to the troopers blaster range as often as Obi-Wan could manage to visit.

It had been fun, Fox trusting a blaster in Obi-Wan’s hands and Obi-Wan trusting the instructions from both Fox and the Force to ensure he was shooting and hitting the right target.

And Obi-Wan had been improving, slowly and steadily.

Rex had been less sure about handing him a blaster, at least initially but had gotten over it when Obi-Wan had proved himself, shooting the targets the 501st had set up. After that, the captain had been more than happy to let Obi-Wan, under supervision, join target practice.

“Rex let me join the 501st,” He chirped before shifting, turning his head to Fox side, flushing slightly. “I wanted to show you want they taught me.” Obi-Wan admitted shyly.

A warm, gloved hand rested on his head, gently ruffling. “Well done verd’ika, I’m proud of you,” Fox stated softly at that, warm amusement filling him as Obi-Wan’s cheeks surely turned even darker. “Very proud.”

Shuffling slightly, Obi-Wan held the blaster out for Thorn to take.

It was a training blaster anyhow and slightly too big for Obi-Wan’s hands, he knew that Rex and Jesse were in the process of getting Obi-Wan his own, something a bit smaller and easier concealed.

Once the blaster was taken away, Obi-Wan pulled out his cane instead, reaching out with his free hand until he found Fox kama and then his belt, hanging on as he had done with Anakin earlier.

Fox instantly ran his hand gently over Obi-Wan’s cheek, thumb gently pulling at the scar tissue at his temple before settling on his shoulder, pulling him gently along.

That was another thing Obi-Wan liked about Fox, he never asked questions.

He seemed to just get it, that Obi-Wan required a hand sometimes, as independent as he was, sometimes he was tired and just needed the people around him to offer a hand without question.

And Force ‘seeing’ always made Obi-Wan tired.

But he wanted to show of off, he couldn’t help it.

He had been learning while away and he wanted to make Fox proud.

And he had!

“Lets go get you a hot chocolate and some nice, solid food, hmm?” Fox stated quietly, the thump of his helmet against his thigh a soothing sound to Obi-Wan.

He liked it when Fox didn’t wear his helmet, the vocoder always scrambled his voice.

Well, he liked it when most clones didn’t wear their helmets if he was honest but he knew why they had to, especially while out in the field.

But right here, not on duty, he was grateful that Fox wasn’t wearing his.

“A hot chocolate sounds good,” Obi-Wan agreed, pushing closer until he was tucked under Fox arm instead of the other simply holding his shoulder. “And bantha burgers?” He questioned hopefully.

There was a pause, filled only by the sounds of walking before Fox let out a loud sigh. “Alright, anyone not on duty or about to go on duty, we’re going to Dex. Get your asses into the skycar.” He called out, to several groans, mostly likely from those on duty, and a few people cheering with delight.

Obi-Wan grinned.

Din needs some cuddles. Poor lonesome Din ;A;

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Well, this was a situation Din had never expected.

How he had ended up in an alcove with Paz Vizla of all people, pressed up against him with only their helmets and flightsuits on, he wasn’t sure.

And he didn’t want to know as he pressed his helmet plating to the man’s shoulder, curled up in the large lap.

The damn alpha had come out of nowhere, scruffing Din when he had been about to go take a warm shower and try and dispel the uncertainty lingering in his veins with… well anything.

Hell, he had been tempted to get some spotchka, drink himself silly.

Maybe he’d be able to forget the look on the kids face then as he was lead away by the scientist.

Maybe.

His stomach curdled with unease once more at the memory and he squirmed only for Vizla’s hand to suddenly return to the back of Din’s neck, thumb once more pressing on his scent gland.

Instantly, his muscles turned soft again, Din letting out a low, garbled whine of contentment.

Since his father passed, no one had done this to him and Paz was being so respectful, his hands never going too low or trying to find skin.

No, the alpha kept his hands on fabric and kept them out of any intimate zones and while the removal of the gloves had almost gotten Din out of his skin at first, he had relaxed as Paz did something to him that no one else had in years.

Well, except that one time a bounty figured it out and had tried to take advantage of Din, but he’d driven his blade into the fuckers guts for trying, his instincts screaming at him with an unfamiliar alpha touching him.

Paz however was not an unfamiliar alpha.

For all the agitation and the almost fight, Paz was as familiar as the Armorer, a part of the pack, something that had been there since Din was rescued from the droids when his mother and father died, since his buir took him in, since he went into training.

Always steady and always there.

And safe in this moment.

Din was not a small man.

He knew he was lanky and he had muscles to match but compared to the alpha, whose lap he was sitting in, Din actually felt small.

Especially with that hand holding the back of his neck, scruffing him to release hormones and the other hand rubbing up and down Din’s back.

Through their kutes, Din could feel how warm the other was and for a wild moment, he almost wished to take his helmet off to press his cheek to the others chest.

The sensations were almost enough to put Din to sleep.

His rest had not been good, not since he gave up the child to the Imp. His instincts had been clawing and screaming at him, for giving up a child to someone that would hurt him for sure.

But in Paz lap, curled up into the alpha with the slow, gentle touches that had him tensing in the start…

It was different, his body was relaxing and his mind was filling with static.

Eyes blurry he peered at the blue cuirass resting beside them, Paz having removed all his armor to do this. He wondered how many had seen Paz out of his armor like this or at the very least, how many had been curled up into the man without the armor.

Not many Din suspected.

It felt nice to be one of the few, even if he knew that it was because he was an omega and the covet was on edge due to the revelation. No one would of course stop him from being a bounty hunter, but it was harder to let go of an omega alone into the galaxy he knew, when they were so few.

Every member, beta, alpha or omega, hurt them and they could ill afford to loose even one.

But an omega was guaranteed to carry, to give more than one youngling to the covet, loosing someone that could give more members were always worse.

Din remembered someone crudely once putting it as ‘you only need one bull among the cows for calves to be born.’ and while crude, the analog was right.

And Din…

He had wanted, lonely heats with only himself and his pathetic nest in the Razor Crest, he’d imagine sometimes even as he tried not to.

They’d let him go, as he always did, but they’d try to entice him back quicker, to help him find someone to bond to, be it platonic or romantic.

Din got it, he really did, omegas like him weren’t made for lonesomeness, not really, his mind craved the closeness of another person, someone to hold and cuddle as he forced himself forward. But the covet had needed him more.

“Are you still awake, beroya?” Paz rumbled, voice low but soft, cutting through Din’s thoughts.

Closing his eyes, Din just gave a sleepy noise, whining slightly when Paz hand on his spine paused.

There was a quiet chuckle, Paz shifting slightly against the wall as his hand went back to the steady rub.

Just for a little while, Din would let himself have what he craved, some pack contact.

And then he’d do his duty.

This was the way.